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mangionebabymama · 3 days ago

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“six thirty” — Luigi Mangione

“Whatcha gonna do when I’m bored and I wanna play video games at 2 am? What if I need a friend? Will you ride ‘til the end?” - “six thirty” by Ariana Grande

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Warnings: LOTS of pining and yearning, sort of slow-burn online romance, but it's also platonic, maybe? This also contains some slight mentions of depression and loneliness; please proceed with caution.

A/N: Inspired by this ask from a while ago, where those particular lyrics of "six thirty" about playing video games at 2 am have always stuck with me. If you don't know this about me by now, I am a Cancer sun, and it shows. I am emotional, and I'm going to be an emotional writer. Please note that this is purely fictional, but these feelings are real.

The glow of Luigi’s monitor lit up the dim room, casting long shadows across the walls. It was 2 a.m., and the quiet hum of his computer was the only sound breaking the silence. He shifted in his chair, wincing slightly as the faded memories of his surgery still lingered in his movements. Recovery had been slow, and lately, he’d found himself retreating into the digital world more and more. The real world felt heavy, distant—like it wasn’t his anymore. Like he was watching his life happen from somewhere far away. His family and friends tried to reach out, but he’d been pulling away, retreating into himself.

His cursor hovered over his Steam library, scrolling aimlessly. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Just something to fill the void. That’s when he noticed it—the little green dot next to your username. You were online. His heart gave a little leap, and before he could reconsider his decision, a notification appeared from you.

Can’t sleep either? Is it the insomnia again or were you hoping to see if I was up?

Luigi’s fingers flew over the keyboard for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the heaviness in his chest. He glanced at the clock on his desk— now 2:01 AM—and then back at the glowing screen of his monitor. The room was darkling, lit only by the soft blue light of his computer, and the hum of the fan inside the tower was the only sound accompanying his thoughts.

Pep: Both.

The reply came almost instantaneously, like a reflex, as if you’d been waiting for him.

You: Figured. You’ve been on late a lot lately. Not that I’m complaining—company’s nice.

Luigi leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath. His back ached faintly, a dull reminder of the surgery he’d had months ago. The doctors had said he’d recover fully, but they hadn’t warned him about the mental toll it would take. The weeks spent in bed, staring at the ceiling, had given him too much time to think. And now, even though he was physically better, he couldn’t shake the weight that seemed to settle deeper into his chest every day.

Pep: Yeah, I guess I have. Sleeping’s been… hard.

You: Hard as in “can’t fall asleep” or hard as in “don’t want to”?

Luigi hesitated. You always seemed to know the right questions to ask, the questions that cut straight through the noise and got to the heart of things. He wasn’t sure if it was comforting or terrifying.

Pep: Both.

There was a pause before your next message appeared.

You: You’ve been quiet lately. Not just tonight—like, in general. Even when we’re playing. You okay?

He stared at the words, his chest tightening. How does she always know? He wondered. You’d never met in person, never even seen each other’s faces, but somehow, you always seemed to see him.

Pep: I don’t know. I guess… I’ve just been feeling kind of lost. I don’t even know how to explain it.

You: Try.

Luigi let out a short, humorless laugh. Leave it to you to cut straight to the point. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the words.

Pep: It’s like… everything just feels heavy, you know? Like I’m just going through the motions. I’ve been distancing myself from everyone—my family, my friends—but I don’t even know why. I just… I can’t seem to connect with anything anymore. Except this.

He added, gesturing to the screen even though you couldn’t see him.

Talking to you. Playing games. It’s like the only time I feel… I don’t know, alive, I guess.

The cursor blinked as he waited for your response, his heart beating a little faster than it should have.

After a moment, you wrote back.

You: You’re not alone in that. I think a lot of people feel that way sometimes. Especially now, with everything going on in the world. It’s easy to get lost in your own head.

Pep: But it’s not just that. It’s like… I’m stuck. Like I’m just watching my life pass by, and I don’t know how to make it stop. I don’t know how to fix it.

There was another pause, longer this time.

You: Have you talked to anyone about this? Like, really talked?

Luigi shook his head, though he knew you couldn’t see him.

Pep: Not really. I don’t want to bother anyone with it. And I don’t even know what I’d say.

You: You’re not bothering me

And you don’t have to have all the answers. Sometimes, just saying it out loud helps.

Or typing it out, lol

He smiled faintly, a warmth spreading through his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Pep: Thanks. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

You: Probably be even more of a mess

You joked about that last bit of your message, and he could almost hear the teasing tone in your voice as he let out a chuckle reading what you said.

Pep: Ya, probably

There was a comfortable silence between you both, broken only by the soft sound of his keyboard as he typed some more.

What about you? Why are you up so late?

You: Couldn’t sleep either. Insomnia’s a bitch. Plus, I was kind of hoping you’d be on.

Luigi’s heart skipped a beat, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

Pep: Yeah?

You: Yeah. You make the nights better.

He felt his face heat up.

Pep: You make them better, too.

Another pause preceded your following message.

You: You know, it’s okay to not be okay. And it’s okay to lean on people when you need to. You don’t have to go through this alone.

Luigi stared at the words, his throat tightening. He wasn’t sure if it was the late hour or the raw honesty of the conversation, but he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He typed, his fingers lingering uncertainly over the keys.

Pep: I don’t want to be a burden.

You: You’re not a burden.

If anything, you’re the opposite. You’re important to me, Luigi��more than you realize.

His breath caught in his throat, and he had to blink back the tears that threatened to fall.

Pep: You’re important to me too.

His hands shook as he typed.

More than I think I’ve ever admitted.

There was a long silence, and for a moment, he wondered if he’d said too much. Yet, your response showed up, and he felt a surge of adrenaline in his chest.

You: Maybe we should admit it more. To each other. To ourselves. Life’s too short to keep everything bottled up.

Luigi nodded, even though you couldn’t see him.

Pep: Yeah. Maybe we should.

He tilted back in his seat, caught in a strange sensation of relief intertwined with fragility. He wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, but at last, he felt like he wasn’t alone.

You: You know…

Sometimes, I think about what it would be like to meet you in person.

Luigi felt a flutter in his heart once more.

Pep: Yeah?

You: Yeah. I think it’d be… nice. To talk face-to-face. To really see you.

Pep: I think it’d be nice too.

You: Maybe, one day, we will

Pep: One day, for sure

The cursor blinked on the screen, expecting the next words to appear. For once, Luigi felt a spark of something he hadn’t felt in months: hope.

You: Until then, I’m here.

Whenever you need me.

Luigi smiled, his chest swelling with gratitude.

Pep: Same goes for you. Always.

The cursor blinked lazily on the screen, as if it, too, was holding on for Luigi to gather his courage. He sat in the dim glow of his monitor, the rest of the room swallowed by the darkness of the early hours. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, shaking, as if betraying the weight of the words he was about to type. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

Why now? He thought. Why does it feel like I can only tell the truth at 2 a.m. when the world is asleep?

But he knew the answer. It wasn’t the time that mattered. It was you. The way you listened without judgment and your words seemed to reach into the parts of him he’d locked away. You made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as broken as he thought.

He took a deep breath, his chest tightening as he started typing.

Pep: There’s something I’ve never told anyone.

He wrote away, his words appearing on the screen in a rush as if they were desperate to escape. He paused, his heart pounding in his ears. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to lay himself bare like this?

Just as he was about to second-guess himself, your reply appeared up.

You: You can tell me anything, Luigi. You know that.

He exhaled shakily, his fingers moving almost of their own accord.

Pep: It’s about why I’ve been so… distant lately. It’s not just the surgery. Not just the insomnia. It’s… I’ve always felt like I don’t belong. Like I’m on the outside looking in. Even with everybody in my life. I try to act like I’m okay, like I’m fine, but I’m not. I haven’t been for a long time.

He stopped, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon. His eyes darted to the clock in the corner of the screen—2:04 AM. The world was still asleep, but he felt more awake than in months.

Your reply came quickly, longing for him to say those words all along.

You: That’s a heavy burden to carry alone. You don’t have to, you know. You’re not as alone as you think you are.

Luigi’s lips trembled as he absorbed your words, a tight knot swirling in his throat. Deep down, he yearned to trust you, to hold on to the fragile hope that he wasn’t as solitary as he often felt. Yet, the weight of loneliness pressed heavily on him, an ever-present shadow that made believing in that hope a daunting challenge.

Pep: It’s not just that

He typed, his fingers moving faster now, as if they couldn’t keep up with the thoughts tumbling out of his head.

I’ve been struggling

with something else

Something I’ve never told anyone. Not even my closest friends.

The cursor blinked mockingly, sitting tight for him to continue. He swallowed hard, his stomach churning. This was it. The moment of truth. The moment he either let it all out or shut it away forever.

You: Take your time, Luigi. I’m here.

He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage. When he opened them, he started typing again, the words spilling out, his cup runneth over with transparency.

Pep: I’ve always felt like I was different. Like there was something wrong with me. Something I couldn’t put into words. It’s not just the loneliness. It’s like… I’ve been searching for something my whole life, but I don’t know what it is. And it’s tearing me apart.

His hands trembled as he pressed the enter key, the letters materializing on the screen in sharp black and white. A rush of vulnerability washed over him, as if he had peeled away a layer of skin, revealing the raw, bleeding chaos lurking beneath. It was an eerie sensation, as though he was standing naked before an unseen audience, laid bare and utterly exposed.

His heart pounded as he waited for your reply, each second stretching into an eternity. When your message finally appeared, it was simple but profound.

You: Thank you for trusting me enough to share that. You’re not alone in feeling that way. A lot of people feel lost, like they’re searching for something they can’t quite name. It’s part of being human. But you don’t have to figure it all out right now.

Just take it one step at a time, one day at a time.

Luigi’s breath caught in his throat as he read your words. It wasn’t judgment or pity that he saw in them. It was understanding. Compassion. And something else—something that made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Pep: I don’t know where to start

He confessed, his fingers shaking as he typed.

I feel like I’m stuck in this… this loop. Like I’m just going through the motions, but I’m not really living. I don’t know how to break out of it.

Your response was prompt, as though you had anticipated him saying those words.

You: Start by being honest with yourself. About what you want, what you need. It doesn’t have to be all at once. Just take small steps. And remember, you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here. As much as you’ll let me be.

Luigi's vision swam before him as he absorbed your message, a lump rising stubbornly in his throat. He scrubbed at his eyes, fighting back the tide of emotions that surged within him—gratitude coursing through his veins, relief washing over him like a gentle wave, and a flutter of fear that danced just beneath the surface. Yet, amid this tumult, there was something else—a warm, comforting sensation enveloping him, as if he were being wrapped in a soft, reassuring hug that eased the weight on his shoulders.

Pep: I don’t know why you’re so kind to me.

He typed, his fingers moving slowly now as if each word carried the weight of his heart.

I don’t feel like I deserve it.

You: You don’t have to earn kindness, Luigi. You deserve it just because you’re you. And you’re worth it. Don’t ever doubt that.

He stared at the screen, his breath hitching. Those words—those simple, powerful words—struck something deep inside him, something he’d buried long ago—a tiny spark of hope, flickering in the darkness.

Pep: I don’t know what to say. I just… Thank you. For being here. For listening. For… for seeing me.

You: Always, Luigi. Always.

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like he could breathe. Like the weight on his chest had shifted, just a little. It wasn’t gone, but it was bearable. And for now, that was enough.

Pep: There’s one more thing. Something I’ve never told anyone. Not even myself, really.

He paused, his fingers trembling. This was it. The moment of truth. The moment he either let it all out or shut it away forever.

You: You can tell me anything, Luigi. I’m here.

He closed his eyes, gathering his courage. When he opened them, he started typing again, the words spilling out in a raw, unfiltered stream.

Pep: I think… I think I’ve been searching for someone. Not just anyone, but… you. I don’t know how to explain it, but talking to you, it feels like… like I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for. I know it sounds crazy, but—

Your reply interrupted him, cutting off his words before he could finish.

You: It’s not crazy, Luigi. I feel it, too.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared at the screen, his mind racing. Did you really mean it? Or was it just the late hour, the vulnerability of the moment, making you say things you might not normally say?

Pep: Do you really mean that?

As he typed, his fingers erratically tremored; he couldn’t keep up with the thoughts tumbling out of his head.

Or is it just the insomnia talking?

You: I mean it, Luigi. I’ve felt it, too. This connection between us. It’s real.

It’s always been real.

Pep: I want it to be real.

You: Then let’s make it real.

His pulse quickened. The compulsion hung in the air, heavy and loaded. He’d thought about it—more times than he could count. He’d imagined what it would be like to hear your voice, to see your face, to feel your presence beside him. But it felt like a dream, something just out of reach.

Pep: But there’s so much distance. And I… I don’t know if I’m ready for that. If I’m even capable of it. I know you’re real, and this is, but I want to feel it, too.

The honesty in his words surprised him. He hadn’t meant to say so much, but something about the late hour, the quiet, you—it made it impossible to hold back.

You: I get it. I really do. But… what if we didn’t have to figure it all out right now? What if we just… let ourselves want it? Even if it’s just for tonight.

I mean… what if we stopped pretending like this isn’t something real? Like we’re just two strangers who happen to be online at the same time. Because we’re not. We’re more than that.

And… I don’t want to hide it anymore.

Luigi gazed at the words, his chest constricting. He felt naked and vulnerable, yet also… relieved. It was as if someone had torn off a bandage he hadn’t known was there.

Pep: I don’t want to hide it, either. I do want this. I want you. Even if it’s just like this, for now. Even if it’s just words on a screen. It just feels so real to me.

You: Then let’s stop pretending. Let’s just… be. Together. Even if it’s just for tonight.

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He let out a slow breath, feeling the pressure ease slightly, now knowing that deep down, he understood what he wanted—he wanted you, and at long last, you were there, waiting for him. He was no longer alone. At this moment, going forward for however long the night would last, it would be just you and him—and only you and him. And it was going to be real.

Then, slowly, he typed.

Pep: Okay. Let’s be together.

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je0ng1nn · 16 hours ago

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SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE — Hwang In-Ho

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ PAIRING — Hwang In-Ho x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ INCLUDES — basic Squid game violence, maybe a little bit spice, age gap (reader is mid 20‘s In-house is late 40‘s), Jealousy

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ NOTE — Okay y‘all.. since my last fanfic about Sangwoo got lots of love, i decided to write another one.. this time about In-ho!!! I seriously love that guy it isn’t normal anymore… I also tried out a new writing style as i‘m still trying to find out a good style to write in, so let me know which one you prefer!!

I was talking to Gi-hun as I felt an uncomfortable feeling, someone was staring at me. But not the normal staring, the type of staring that would linger on you for way to long. The type of staring that made you feel uneasy right away. But i decided to shrug it off. „I hope the next game won’t be too difficult,“ Gi-hun said as he slowly exhaled.

„Me too.. the last game was exhausting enough.. I really thought we would’ve died when we only got 10 seconds left to make it to the finish line..“ I closed my eyes in relief, it was definitely an expierience for itself, Pentathlon felt like the hardest one.. Red Light Green Light was very easy.. just the shock of the people dying for the first time got to me.

„Hm.. let’s just dig in right? I think we need enough energy for today.“ Dae-ho said. I nodded and started to eat my food, listening to the others as they continued to talk. Me and Young-il were the only ones being quiet.

„Y/N-ah.. take my bread, i don‘t need it. You didn’t eat a lot yesterday after the game ended.“ Young-il smiled at me, it was a weird but reassuring smile.. it made me feel warm inside. „Oh really sir? It isn’t a problem or?“ I asked again, only to make sure. He just nodded and handed it to me, i didn’t take the whole tho, i broke it in half.

„Young-il sir, don’t give me everything, you also need some food and energy.“ I gave him the other half. He was a little shocked by my action, his eyes widened slightly. I looked up at his, before giving him a soft half-smile. He nodded and ate together with me.

We continued to eat in peace before guards came in. „Players, please follow us to the next game.“ the one in the middle said. We all looked at each other before hesitating to stand up. Young-il took my wrist to make sure i didn’t get lost in the crowd.

My cheeks got a light shade of pink as i quickly looked away. I heard a short chuckle coming out of Young-il‘s mouth. I just decided to ignore it, but my body made it hard. It completely gave me away, my heart skipping a beat at his sweet chuckle.

We followed the guards into a room, Young-il‘s grip tightened on me when we arrived inside. „What could this place be?“ I asked quietly as i looked around. The whole room was big and colorful. It counted 50 Doors, each having different colors, in the middle of the room there was a platform with a statue in the middle of it. It looked scary but also nostalgic, like a sweet children’s place, but knowing what happens in here, it didn’t seem so sweet as it looks.

„Players, please step on the platform in the middle of the room“ the creepy voice called out, I tensed at hearing it, which Young-il felt. He looked down at me, his hand letting go of my wrist but finding its way on my shoulder instead, drawing circles on it to reassure me.. which weirdly helped.

„When the game starts, the platform will spin. Shortly after, a number will be called out. You must then form a group that matches the number, enter one of the surrounding rooms and lock the door within 30 seconds, or be eliminated.“ We all slowly went to the platform, i kept holding onto Young-il somehow, only his presence already kept me safe..

„I repeat,“ I completely blended the creepy robot voice out as i was looking up at Young-il, captivated by his beauty. Of course he isn’t stupid, he noticed i was staring, but he enjoyed the moment just like me.

The other‘s talked, but i stayed quiet, they tried to make a planning what to do when certain numbers got called out. I held onto Young-il‘s arm, just listening closely to the others. After around 2 minutes, the platform suddenly started moving and music started playing. I accidently stumble at the sudden movement, but Young-il catched me with his strong arms.. „Are you okay?“ I just nodded.

I felt uneasy, this didn’t feel right. The song made me feel even more uncomfortable. Young-il noticed, he tried his best to help me, which did. His presence already made me feel better. Suddenly after some time, it stopped again. Everyone stumbled again.

„TEN“

I looked at Young-il, and then at Gi-hun. We were 5.. we needed 5 more. Hyun-ju came to us, „are you guys 5?!“ she quickly asked, the pressure in her voice was bearable. „We‘re 4! we just need one more!“

Gi-hun nodded, he looked out for someone, and noticed Jun-hee, it was the pregnant girl. She was nice earlier to me. He looked over to Hyun-ju who knew what he was symbolizing. 8 of us already went to the room quickly, Hyun-ju took Jun-hee‘s hand and guided her quickly but also gentle to us, after all she was pregnant.

We had 15 seconds left and Hyun-ju quickly closed the door, I was in a corner next to Young-il. He squeezed my hand to calm me down. He leaned down, whispering in my ear.

„We are ten, don’t worry. I‘ll protect you, yeah?“ His voice was low and raspy, i had to keep my composure and nodded. „Thank you Sir.“

He chuckled again, his breath touching my neck. „Drop the sir, yeah?“ I just nodded as i felt another blush creep up my face.

The timer was already over. We could hear gunshots, but Young-il covered my ears. He kept his promise, keeping me safe.

„The following Players were eliminated: Player 013, 043, 049, 054, 060..“ Our room was quiet, Gi-hun was looking throught the little slit of the door, watching the people getting taken away.

The atmosphere was tensed, everyone was breathing heavily. Yet Young-il was calm as always, drawing circles on me again, but this time, on the inside of my arm. Shortly after, out doors were unlocked, and we slowly went out. I almost slipped from the blood on they floor, but luckily Young-il kept me in his arms.

And everything repeated, the platform started spinning and the music went on. This time i didn’t stumble, as it was as unexpected as last time. And soon after, it stopped again.

„FOUR“

we all looked at each other in panic, we were 5, shit.. Young-il look at Gi-hun before pushing me into his arms. „Take care of her, and go, Now!“ He yelled, Gi-hun catched me quickly, but i tried to get away from his grip. „Young-il!“ I screamed out, but i couldn’t run after him. Gi-hun just let out a quick „don’t worry“ and ran with me in his hand to a free door. Dae-ho quickly closed it after we got in. I was rushing to look through the slit, but i couldn’t find him.. Shit, where was he???, Gi-hun tried to pull me away, but i just hit his hand away.

5 seconds later the door locked. I flinched at the gunshots, but i couldn‘t care less, all i cared for in the moment was Young-il.

The creepy voice called out who was eliminated again, but i couldn’t focus on it, i tried to see if Young-il was out there.. he can’t die, what would i do without him?

The doors unlocked, i slowly opened it, my hands shaking. Dae-ho took my shoulders, he tried to help me calm down. But it didn‘t, it wasnt the same touch Young-il had.. it didnt feel right. We slowly walked to the platform.

I couldn’t spot him, my heart sinking, before i felt Dae-ho being pushed away from me. I got hugged from behind. I immediately recognized Young-il‘s strong arms around me. Gi-hun spoke up, „Young-il! You made it“. You could tell he was happy to see him too, but he just nodded and gave him a smile, before whispering into my eyes.

„I told you i will survive and protect you at all cost, Baby.“ This made something with me, he smirked to himself, i could sense that. He knows what he did to me. Letting go of me he talked to the others again. I just stood next to them, listening closely.

This game went on quite for some time now, and slowly i started to feel exhausted. I knew that as soon as we would be back at the dorm, i would take a big nap. This was the last round, the music was going on and for a moment everything felt good.

„The next number will be two,“ Young-il said, i looked up to him. „What do you mean?“ I asked, we were 5, what if one of us doesn’t find a partner? „We are 126 players left, there are 50 doors, when the number will be 2, it can only hold 100 people.“

It made sense, it would bring out a fight to whom will get a room, and for sure 26 of them won’t. „It makes sense, I think so too.“ Gi-hun agreed with him, „Me and Y/N will go together,“ Young-il said, taking my hands in his, our Fingers intertwined. It made me look down. My heart skipping a beat. „Jung-bae, go with Dae-ho.. I‘ll find someone.“ Gi-hun said, Jung-bae wanted to say something against it, but suddenly the platform stopped

„TWO“

Jung-bae couldn’t do anything and had to take Dae-ho with him Gi-hun went to search for a partner, and Young-il took me to a room. On the way there, a guy pushed me down and tried to get into the room me and Young-il chose. You could see the rage in his eyes. He took the guy by his collar, pushing him away. He took my hand and helped me up quickly. We made it into the room, 18 seconds left. I exhaled but stopped. We heard another guy in here, shaky breath.

„OUT!“ Young-il yelled angry, the guy shook his head. „I was here first!“ he shouted back, pressing himself into the corner. „I said, go. out.“ His eyes were sharp, his voice cold and loud.

„Push her out, Girls are weak anywa-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, before Young-il went behind him. He choked him, slowly sliding down the wall as he cut off his breathing way. The guy was struggling. But the most intimidating about this was the way he looked at me while he did so.

„Ten“

„Nine“

„Eight“

„Seven“

„Six“

„Five“

„Four“

„three“

Suddenly, Young-il turned his head, which let out a loud ‚CRACK‘ the door locked a second after he died. Young-il stood up, slowly walking to me, not braking the eye contact. He trapped me at the wall, his arms on each of my sides, keeping me from moving.

He pressed his lips sharp onto mine, i melted at the touch, but at the same time, i didn’t. Trembling beneath him. My hands wandered to his neck before i closed my eyes and eventually gave in, kissing him back. The kiss quickly turned into a tounge kiss, the Gunshots were completely ignored. He backed away, before moving to my neck, kissing it, biting on it, I let myself relax, whimpering at his touch. He let go, making my groan a little, he smirked to himself. His mouth went to my ear, he whispered into it, before biting my earlobe a little.

„You won’t tell anyone yeah? This will be our little secret, Darling.“

Okay i might make a second part out of this, because i‘m to lazy to write more at the moment, might even publish it tomorrow👀 stay tuned my loves!!! If you want to be tagged in the second part, comment below!

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princessmaeee · 3 days ago

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All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

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You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes.

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket.

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ?

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money.

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can.

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55. You smiled and answered him

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake.

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course. -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next day goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of school classes and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fighted a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

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bloodysword63 · 2 days ago

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Becoming One Of The Dudes...

Jack was not in the mood to deal with anybody's bullshit today especially the guys that were watching him as he walked across the common area at the university. He was tall, thin and was going to college for a degree and not figure out how many women he could pick up on the weekend.

"Dude!" one of the guys he was trying to avoid called out but Jack kept walking.

"Hey! JACK! I'm fucking talking to you you little shit!" the guy said for the second time and Jack grumbled and turned to look. "Come on over here Jack... don't be scared!"

Jack rolled his eyes and looked quickly at his phone. He could just turn and walk away but decided what the fuck. He sighed and walked over to the four guys who were more interested in the gym than actually learning anything in the classroom.

"Yeah?" Jack asked disinterested. "What do you want Mike?"

Mike, who was one of the backup linemen for the college football team, smiled and said, "I was just wondering if you could help me with studying for the exam next week. Without a good grade, I'm going to be dropped from the team."

"Well, if you actually did the assignments and read what you needed to read, then you wouldn't have a problem with your grades now would you?" Jack replied.

Mike stood up and glared down at Jack and could feel his muscles flex. For a moment, Jack felt drawn to Mike not only for the feeling of power coming from him but the desire to be just another one of the guys. "Listen you little shit..." Mike said before of the other guys also on the football team interjected. "Mike, relax will you?" he said.

Jack felt weird for a moment as was worried that he was about to become a bloody smear on the ground before Mike relaxed and grinned. "Sorry man... just we've got an important game this weekend and all the stress from that," Mike said. "I just need help and I know you're the one that can help me."

Jack looked at the other two guys with Mike and tried to remember their names. Tyler and James. Right. Tyler was the one who interrupted Mike's rage moment and James looked as thought he was on the poster child for muscle men everywhere.

Jack sighed and said, "Sure Mike. How about tomorrow night? Can you spare a few hours from the gym?"

Mike nodded and said, "Yep. Definitely can. No worries buddy."

Jack turned away and walked on not realizing that Mike and the other two were eyeing him as not a study partner but a new initiate into the muscle world.

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The following evening, Jack looked around his dorm room hoping that he had everything. Mike had offered the common room in his dorm as a place to study and Jack agreed. Most of the football players were in the same dorm which made it easy to keep an eye on everybody.

Jack walked over just after sunset and the stars were just coming out. He turned towards Mike's dorm and saw him standing outside the front door with a smile on his face. Jack walked up to him and said, "Evening Mike. Ready to cram for an exam?"

"If it's as bad as cramming for a game, not sure if I want to but I'm willing to try," Mike said as he opened the door to the dorm and motioned Jack inside.

A few minutes later Jack and Mike were sitting in the common room where Jack was going through the wonderful world of statistical analysis when Mike turned to Jack and asked, "Dude. Sorry if this is personal but have you always been this skinny?"

The question caught Jack off guard for a moment before he nodded. "I get it from my grandfather. He was tall and thin and no matter what I do, I can't gain much weight."

"Ever think about taking something?"

"You mean what... roids? Is that what you take? Jack asked looking at Mike.

"Roids? Nah. This is all natural work," Mike said as he flexed a bicep. "Well... not all natural."

"Supplements?" Jack asked. "Of course you would take supplements."

"Yeah, something like that," Mike responded with. "Give me a second. Be right back."

Mike got up from the table and Jack's heart raced for a moment. Although he considered himself straight, there was a part of him that was envious of what Mike had.

A minute later, Mike returned with a bottle of what was white pills. "Here," Mike said. "Take one of these before you go to bed and see how you feel in the morning. It's something I took when I was first starting out. I beat you it'll make you feel better."

Jack sighed and heard about the 'get muscles fast by taking a pill' fad that was always on the internet. He grabbed the bottle and sighed before putting them in his backpack.

"Can we get back to work?" Jack asked and Mike nodded.

Later that evening, Jack was sitting on his bed about ready to fall asleep when he saw the bottle in his backpack about ready to hit the floor. Jack got up and grabbed the bottle and walked over to the garbage can to throw it out but after a moment's hesitation he thought what could it hurt. If anything, he would feel sick for a day and go back to his normal nerd self.

Opening the bottle, he took the two pills that were inside and swallowed it. Jack looked at himself in the mirror and saw no instant changes. He went back to bed and laid down and went to sleep.

The following morning, Jack woke up with a groan. Something was different for sure. He sat up and looked down at his body and there was definitely something strange. His pajamas were tighter than normal and just moving felt strange like he had gained a few pounds overnight.

Getting up, Jack went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. What looked back at him was somebody he didn't recognize. His face looked more mature, his hair seemed to be fuller but the biggest change was that he had actually had muscle on his tall frame. Not football level muscle but definitely some muscle. Thinking this was a dream, Jack shook his head and smacked himself a few times.

Looking back in the mirror, Jack laughed and realized that it was real. What the fuck were those pills that Mike had given him? And where the fuck could he get more?

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"How did it go?" Tyler asked Mike the same morning Jack realized that his body was changing for the better.

"Just like we had planned," Mike replied. "I'm sure Jack will be calling me shortly."

At that moment his phone rang and Mike grinned when he saw it was Jack. "Morning Jack," Mike said. "How are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Jack said, "We need to talk. Now."

Mike looked at Tyler and nodded. "Yeah. Come over to the dorm," Mike said.

A few minutes later, Mike saw Jack and immediately saw the difference that the former nerd who would be a jock soon had been after two pills.

"What were in those fucking pills?" Jack asked as he looked at Mike. "What the hell dude?"

Mike grinned. "I thought you needed to be shown a new way to look at like," he said. "And I'm sure those pills did it for you didn't they?"

After a moment, Jack nodded. "If this is what two pills did, what would happen if I took more?" he asked almost like a drug addict looking for his next fix.

"That's not how this works," Mike said. "Those pills are just the first step. The next step requires a bit more... commitment."

"Commitment?" Jack asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

Mike smiled and said, "The next step you need to take is from the source." Mike went to lower his pants but waited for Jack to realize what was about to happen.

Jack took a step back and frowned. "No... no... I'm not..." he said in a moment of hesitation. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned and saw Tyler standing there as well.

"We all committed ourselves Jack," Tyler said. "If you want to become a man, you need to do this."

For a moment, Jack could almost hear in the back of his head a protest but Jack realized that all his life this was what he wanted. He wanted to be tough, he wanted to be strong and there was no other way to obtain it.

Mike dropped his pants and knew that his cock was solid and thick and ready to give Jack the gift of jockification. It was how it happened a year ago when Mike was given the gift by his mentor. And now he was going to give it to Jack.

Jack fell to his knees and opened his mouth. The moment Mike's cock hit his mouth, Jack closed his eyes and embraced it. The feeling of belonging filled him with joy and when Mike ejaculated, Jack's entire mind exploded in joy. This was what he wanted. This is what he needed.

After Mike was done, Jack looked up at his mentor and smiled. "That was amazing..." he whispered as he realized that his cock was solid and thick. Without thinking Jack stood up and dropped his pants and looked at Mike. Mike grinned as Tyler watched on as Jack's cock filled Mike's mouth and the process continued.

For Jack, as soon as Mike's cum hit his tongue, the transformation that he had gone through overnight continued to progress. Over the next few hours as Jack's body and mind adjusted to his newfound life, Mike and Tyler watched on with grins on their faces.

Finally, just after noon, Jack finally felt like himself again. He grinned and looked at his new best friends and said, "Thank you" in a deeper voice than he could have possibly imagined. "Thank you for giving me life," he said.

Mike grinned and replied, "Welcome to the brotherhood Jack. Glad you could join us."

As Jack walked back to his dorm room, he could see people looking at him as he realized his life had changed for the better.

#male transformation #jock transformation #male tf #jockification

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noitsbecky127 · 2 days ago

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rebecca watches ds9: rules of acquisition

time for some ferengi chaos i guess!

who the fuck is this guy

morn apparently. wild night at quark’s probably

what the fuck are the ferengi doing. what is this game. what is the goal here

my dad just went “this game makes no sense”

why is JADZIA here, doesn’t she have better things to be doing (like maybe kira)

quark if you lay one orange finger on jadzia i will reach through the screen and kill you myself

she has 300 years of experience, don’t try to beat her in anything ever

i love how she isn’t taking the sexist bullshit

is quark getting drugged rn

what kind of magic thirst-inducing pill is this

wtf does the grand nagus want with quark now

time to introduce capitalism to the gamma quadrant!

did the nagus just snort space coke. is that a normal thing to do before a meeting

get his ass kira

zek that’s a lesbian

that’s a fuckton of nitrate

ferengi don’t do gifts i don’t think

benjamin sisko the man that you are

so the grand plan to make money is just wine? that seems deceptively simple

tulaberriessss

obsessed with the crazy straw in that drink

i want to drink smth out of a crazy straw now. haven’t done that in like 15 years

rom stop firing pel

rom: et tu, quark?

pel’s got a solid room here

what’s with the fake ears??? ferengi beauty standards?????

nOPE WE’VE GOT A 24TH-CENTURY MULAN OVER HERE

good for her!!! hope she gets everything she wants out of this

zek if you touch kira again i’ll kill you before she can

interesting gamma quadrant aliens we’ve got here

is that face paint or are they just like that

damn pel is kickass

what kind of alien is zek’s servant guy anyway

how fucking tall is that actor. terry farrell is like six feet tall and he towers over her

oh god is zek trying to charm kira

everything she is saying about ferengi is correct. jadzia you should care more about misogyny

i don’t think kira should have to have fun with a bunch of sexist assholes actually!

100k vats is not happening. that simply cannot happen.

pel what is your brilliant plan to get those 100k vats

ok that quark bedroom anecdote is just creepy

jadzia: tf do you mean you’re a woman i thought you were just gay

pel please do not get with quark. pel you can do better. pel please

kira needs to kill zek

what in god’s name is their plan for 100k vats. do they have a plan

i wonder if maybe zek’s just trying to test quark or smth

what is odo doing now

odo’s hatred of quark is comical i love him

oh god rom what are you planning

oh god oh fuck

oh lord rom’s gonna mess everything up for my new favorite ferengi

why do these aliens keep attacking each other

“you are starting to annoy me” yeah he’s quark that’s what he does

wtf did quark just do

i wouldn’t be surprised if they just didn’t have 100k vats

tf is pel doing

why won’t she let him sleep

girl you can do so much better than him. you would be so much better off without him

yep i was right! there aren’t 100k vats

what the fuck is the dominion

quark has decided that that whole kiss thing never happened. he has his priorities in order

i would very much like to know the secrets of the dominion

but what’s the percentage? .01%?

quark passing out when he finds out pel is female is hilarious

pel please. pel take the latinum and leave.

yes, start packing, that misogynist does not deserve your time

GET HIS ASS PEL

i think she’s satisfied yeah

i hope pel has a great time in the gamma quadrant

#liveblogging #star trek liveblog #ds9 liveblog #deep space nine liveblog #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #star treek deep space 9

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heaven-s-black-box · 2 days ago

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Recovery date: February 4th, 2025

Description: Pyro version of Blabber Mouth

Notes: CW surprise pregnancy in Thoma's part I considered adding Lyney but, I wanted to keep it consistent and he's 17. Which, I thought he was the same age as Childe?! Him and Lynette being 17 makes more sense, but, ya. Gaming is somewhere between 18 and 20?! Kind of thinking I should have just done everyone... Anyways, no pronouns but reader can get pregnant.

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Diluc

I think, as head of his family he always figured kids were in his future

I imagine he has business partners bugging him about it

But he doesn’t give it too much thought until you get married

And then he’s got a nursery planned as soon as you decide you want children

He’s worried that he won’t be a good father, but he holds your baby everything kind of clicks for him

Definitely wants at least two kids

Despite everything that happened between him and Kaeya, he has fond memories of their early years and hopes your kid can have the same thing

You’re actively trying for a baby when you get pregnant, but you’re not checking every week

So you get busy, and it’s winter so you think you’ve just caught a bug if you’re having morning sickness

Your first kid comes over one evening before Diluc puts them to bed

They kiss your stomach then ask to be picked up

Diluc short circuits until your first born asks for a bedtime story

He’s so happy

Thoma

He likes the thought of having kids, but he’s very focused on his service to the Kamisatos

Once you start to settle down together I think he gets baby fever

Sees kids around festivals and in the streets and is just like, yup

Your first is planned, and he knows he wants more because he had a few siblings on his own

I think you agree to have another eventually, but when you actually get pregnant it’s a surprise

Love Thoma, I think he’s a very cautious person, I also think he’s a bit reckless when it comes to you

And he’s kind of like, what are the odds

Not zero, that’s for sure

Ayaka is babysitting your first born while you and Thoma go on a date

And when you pick them back up later, they run to you instead of Thoma

He’s so shocked, you think he might cry, but those tears quickly turn to happy ones as your kid showers your stomach in affection

He did the same for his siblings, so it clicks for him pretty quickly

Picks you and your kid up and spins you around, loves being able to hold his entire family at once

Gaming

Definitely wants kids, he’s totally a family man

His dad definitely asks when you two are gonna have kids, Gaming tells him you’ll get there when you get there

Encourages your kid to follow their dreams, has led to interesting moments when their dreams include being a rock

Teaches them the Wushuu dance and lets them “help” with deliveries

It’s one of those days that your little one spills the beans

You just think you’re a bit under the weather or about to start your period

Your little one barges into the house with Gaming on their heels as they return from a delivery

They skip over you and go straight to kiss your stomach

They’d been kind of clingy before leaving, and now with how off you’ve been feeling it kind of clicks

Gaming picks you both up and you nearly hit your head on the ceiling

Your kid scolds him for not being careful

He’s overjoyed

#researcher s's notes #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin impact thoma #thoma x reader #genshin impact gaming #gaming x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact headcanons #fluff

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electricneonvalkyrie · 2 days ago

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I hesitated to throw my opinion into the ring, so I figured I'd sleep on it.

I woke up, and it still stung.

Take it with a grain of salt. I’m not a casting director. I understand it would be a serious challenge to find a performer with acting chops and a matching appearance. But I've always thrived on challenges, so this argument seems flimsy.

Honestly, what do I know about Hollywood?

Many talented people globally never realize their dreams due to systemic barriers; however, it seems unbelievable that the team didn't consider maybe… stepping into a gym.

The daily grind of PTSD is a heavy weight for me to carry, and as a muscular woman who doesn’t fit the traditional perception of femininity, losing a rare representation in media breaks my heart.

I understand it was a narrative-necessity in the game—though many (overwhelmingly male) gamers tried in bad faith to cast doubts on this.

Yes, it’s realistic for a woman to have a muscular build.

Have you gone to a gym in the last twenty years?

Hi female athletes everywhere. Hi CrossFit competitors. What’s up bodybuilders? Hey women in the military who can bang out more push-ups than the average male.

I see you.

But historically, when adaptations change the appearance of female characters in storytelling, it’s often catering to the male gaze, unintentional as it may be.

Read: Sarcasm.

In my opinion, it’s no coincidence that this has happened here.

No one should subject the actress portraying Abby to this criticism; it’s quite literally not her fault. This is an awkward role to take on, especially given the game's incredibly toxic past. But seeing Abby Anderson depicted this way feels like a gut punch.

Her strength—something that many real life women work damn hard for—is being erased.

Reducing her size feels like perpetuating the idea that women can only be strong if they’re still petite and conventionally attractive.

HBO seems to be overlooking what made Abby so special to loyal fans like me: the compelling interplay of her intense self-discipline, the lingering impact of her trauma, and the raw emotion of her grief which manifested in her merciless fights and her struggle with inner demons.

They had an opportunity to stand behind the integrity of Abby’s design and they’ve rewritten her character.

Let’s call it what it is. Disappointing as hell, at a first glance.

I have no doubt the actress playing Abby will shatter expectations, revealing her character's resilience in a brutal world, because otherwise, she’s not Abby Anderson. She's a gentler, more nuanced version of the fierce character Neil Druckmann once spearheaded.

He wouldn’t backpedal, would he?

For all the gamers who never got the chance to kill Abby in The Last of Us Part II, it feels like HBO has done it for them—not with a battle, but with erasure. Not with brutality, but with a quiet, deliberate softening of everything she stood for.

Fuck, I hope I'm wrong.

#abby the last of us #tlou2 #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #the last of us part ii remastered #abby x reader

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saturnzskyzz · 3 days ago

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Like a Mother would.

Summary: After the Mingle game, Hyung-ju is extremely dealing with the lost of what was once her friend, now deceased by this squid game. Geum-ja sees this and almost instantly cheers her up.

Warning: angst, self doubt, dysphoria??, tickling, and yeh! That's about it! (Not really a warning, but I'm wanting y'all to know that I think the ship Geong-seok and Hyun-ju is a really cute ship, so this fic heavily implies that. Thank you for listening to this short talk🫡) another thing to know (no, we don't know Hyun-ju's family, and no, I'm not implicating that her family was nonsupportive of her transition. This is just a second family type bond!!)

A/N: I'd like to tag @letupabit because I let them see this idea before doing this fic, cause AAAHH Geum-ja heals my mommy issues, and the players deserves cheer up tickles. EAT THIS UP GANG!

| ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴛs sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴇᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴇɢɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs.. ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴇɢɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅᴘs ғᴀɴs!! :ᴅ |

(Happy late tickle day! :] I meant to post this on the 31st, but I made this kinda long in the making 😅

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Incredible losses had their unfortunate fate as the players had to play the cruel, agonizing game of Mingle. They were glad that they were finished, but the loss of many didn't cover their comfort for the rest of that evening. Including Hyun-ju.

She lost Young-mi to those sick fucks all because others had pushed her to the ground to get to a stupid door. Oh how she wanted to bash player 333's head into the wall closest to him at that very moment. But she resisted. Dammit, she resisted.

All the players walked out of the arena, and back into their resting area's, or large dormitory as others would assume. With Hyun-ju's adopted group at their designated hang-out spot, she quietly sat in her's, eyeing Young-mi's usual place. Young-mi.. What a kind soul she was?

Hyun-ju thought she couldn't take the burden of loosing her. She was brave. Really brave. Well, it was no lie that she was scared- they were both scared. But with Hyun-ju, standing next to Young-mi, she felt as if she could have Conquered anything when by her side. Now that she's gone..? She felt terrified. Oh Young-mi? What a person she could've been?

Geum-ja felt the sorrow in Hyun-ju's heart. She felt everyone's, actually. The loss of someone who you were destined to stick with till the very end was very familiar for her. That's how she felt with her son. So seeing Hyun-ju sit there in her own melancholy was devastating for Geum-ja. Oh this won't do.

She got up to sit next to the poor girl, and looked at her with gentle eyes, slowly placing a hand onto Hyun-ju's, causing the taller one to look at her with the most saddening of eyes. This broke the mother's heart.

"She was a kind young woman, hun." Geum-ja said soothingly, like a mother, Hyun-ju had quickly thought.

The young woman only nodded, looking back at Young-mi's spot. Growing sadder by the second.

Geum-ja felt so sorry for her. As a mother, she wanted to do everything in her power to just hold her in her palms and to protect her from anything cruel and inhumane if she could. But she knew she couldn't. No metaphor could save the broken souls in this place. Not even Geum-ja.

"How about.. I cheer you up, yeah?" Geum-ja said suddenly, catching Hyun-ju's attention. She now stared at the mother, contemplating the idea of possibly being cheered up be someone who she has only met for three days; but it felt like an eternity that they've been in this fucked up place with nothing but themselves to give comfort. If there is any of that now to help with their sanity of getting out of there.

"I do this a lot with Yong-sik, or eh.. My son! Aha.. You don't have to feel pressured by it, it's your choice dear." Geum-ja reassured the best that she could, hoping that she could help at all for poor Hyun-ju. Anything!

Pondering the idea a bit more, Hyun-ju finally answered in a low and tired tone, yet sweet and kind at the same time. "I.. Wouldn't mind the concept of how you could help. Thank you." With a small, reassuring smile, she turned to face Geum-ja to give her full attention.

Geum-ja smiled at that. Relieved that she could help, she repositioned herself, but not too fast as to possibly startle the woman. "If you ever get uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to stop me at any time, alright?" She said thoroughly to make sure that Hyun-ju has free will. She wants to make her as comfortable as possible after all.

Hyun-ju only nodded that time, kind of confused as to what the mother was talking about, but didn't protest nonetheless. She kind of wanted to know what she had up her sleeve to try and lift up her spirits. If that was even possible in a place like this?

"Could you turn around for me?" Geum-ja calmly said, never once wiping that reassuring smile off her face. Hyun-ju complied, now her back facing Geum-ja.

This grabbed Yong-sik's attention and immediately averted his gaze, knowing what was to come. It's been such a long time since he's received something like that, he almost forgot about the generous offer. Of course, he wasn't feeling jealous of the act, he knew he loved when his mom did that with him. It brought a sense of security and comfort, as well as a closer bond with his mother, so seeing her repeat the offer with someone else who is mourning the loss of their friend, he grew a smile on his face to see his mom always wanting to sooth others from their worries.

Once Geum-ja knew that Hyun-ju was comfortable enough in her spot-deciding to lean on the closest pole of one of the bed frames to her-that's when she got to work. Carefully, and lightly, she began to trace along her back in a repetitive motion.

Unsurprisingly, it was immediately effective. It soothed Hyun-ju almost instantly! the feeling was unexpected at first, but the repetitive back and forth helped her get used to it fairly quickly.

Geum-ja saw the girl in front of her lower her head in satisfaction. Hearing a comfortable sigh, she smiled to herself, thanking that the method was working at least a little bit in Hyun-ju's favor. The mother was still unsure if it was actually working for her or not with the jacket in the way. Oh, This won't do.

"D-do you mind taking off your jacket? I'm unsure if this is really working in your favor if you had the thick layer on." Geum-ja asked respectfully. Hyun-ju understood her question, and agreed to take the jacket off. In one swift motion, she took the jacket and placed it on her lap, allowing Geum-ja to continue her tracing on the now thin layer of the shirt that her and all the other players were put in.

"Thank you, dear." Geum-ja said sweetly, continuing her tracing from before.

The feeling was the same, yet it had a more effective feeling than before because of the jacket. Hyun-ju had noticed this quickly, but it was soothing to feel yet again. Laying against the pole again, she sighed comfortably.

"I just..? I want to thank you. You hardly know me, yet you want to comfort me.." Hyun-ju quietly said, just enough for her to hear.

Geum-ja smiled at that. "Well,, I'm a mother. Mother's attend to whoever is feeling down just to help them get back on their feet, dear." She answered, deciding to use the same up and down motion on her spine, revealing a sharp gasp from the younger. Geum-ja quickly retreated her hand.

"Oh my, are you alright? I'm so sorry, I should've asked if you had any injuries before hand-" she was briefly stopped with a patient hand, as Hyun-ju turned to face her.

"N-no, it's alright! I'm fine. You can continue if you want, I'm just.. A bit sensitive on my spine is all." Hyun-ju admitted kind of quietly. The light blush on her features seemed to make way due to her embarrassment. Geum-ja's worried face turned into a small smile at the discovery.

"Oh? Well, if you want me to continue! I appreciate the reassurance." she gave a few small pats on Hyun-ju's shoulder before continuing. She decided to trace her spine again, but carefully this time. She noticed instantly that hyun-ju was trying to keep her giggles from spurring out.

The woman had a small smile that she couldn't seem to hide away, resulting with her lowering her head down, closest to the pole she was leaning up against.

Geum-ja noticed that each time she'd trace up, her body would arch away from her fingertips, but when she traced down, she'd move back to her normal position just before she'll arch again, but would fight against the instinctive reaction each time. Geum-ja found that quite interesting.

Deciding to enlighten a few giggles out of her, she quickly analyzed where it would tickle most on her spine, and decided to trace her fingers on that spot more than the rest. Almost instantly, she made Hyun-ju melt into a puddle of her own giggles.

They were quick, quiet and breathy. A giggle that Geum-ja never thought she could muster out of her mouth, but they were endearing, and reassuring to hear.

She looked for any uncomfortable movement to cause her to stop her onslaught, but she didn't get anything like that. Hyun-ju just kept close to the pole as a way of leverage, and a sort of grounding, and kept releasing her beautiful sounding giggles.

"I take it that you like this?" Geum-ja broke the nonspeaking silence, causing Hyun-ju to blush a little out of embarrassment.

"Ihihi'm sohohorry.." She apologized quickly, thinking that maybe she's not deserving of such kindful acts.

"Oh this won't do. Hun, you can laugh your heart out! We kind of need to in a place like this to distract ourselves, right?" Geum-ja demonstrated her words by moving her hands closer to Hyun-ju's sides, making her jolt in surprise with a squeal, making her quickly cover her mouth to stop any further ones from coming out.

This caught the attention of Yong-sik and Geong-seok. Yong-sik already knew what was happening, so he turned his head away once again with a smile, and Geong-seok kind of just stared at them, or more so at Hyun-ju. He saw her crumbling into pieces just by Geum-ja's light touch, and it brought a blush of his own. How sweet she sounded, and carefree she was finally letting go? How she was trying, but also not really, to hide her smile? The way that he could just see a glimpse of her features? it adored him. She looked so beautiful. The smile that was creeping up on him was present.

"See? It's okay to laugh. I know you need it anyways, dear!" She said happily, enlightening more giggles to come out of the woman.

Although Hyun-ju was glad she could let loose and laugh, she also felt guilty for letting it out so soon.. Even after the mingle game..

She panicked a little by her thoughts, moving a bit as her mind mad her unsure of the situation. "Ihihi- geheheum- ohohor.. Ehehaha, wait!" the sudden slip up of her name caused her to panick even more, guilty flowing through her heart.

Geum-ja stopped her assault, worried for the young woman all so sudden. "What is it dear? Are you having second thought?"

Hyun-ju was a nervous wreck. She didn't know what to conclude in her head. So, she turned her body a bit to look at the mother with apologetic, and empathetic eyes. "Well.. I-i'm not so sure if laughing right now would be best since.. I mean? It's just.." Hyun-ju was finding it hard to spill out her thoughts. She knew that Geum-ja wouldn't judge, but she held back. She looked at her with worry. How overwhelming this place could be for someone, let alone overthinking things? She felt sorry for her in the most empathetic way.

"I believe that Young-mi would have wanted you to smile, and laugh.. There's too much sorrow in this place, and I'm sure it's driving all of us crazy. If we dristact ourselves from that, it'd be better to get through all of this, yeah?" Geum-ja reassured the best that she could, bringing a hand to softly lay on the woman's knee.

"I um.. I don't know..." Hyun-ju quietly said, looking down at where the mother's hand was laying. She wanted to break free from this dreadful feeling, but the guilt that layed right on top of her heart trapped her from doing so.

"I for one want you to cheer up!" Geum-ja said suddenly, squeezing her knee now. The surprised gasp and chuckle from her shocked the both of them.

"Yohou wouldn't dahare..." Hyun-ju said carefully through suppressed giggles. Geum-ja took that as a challenge.

"As a mother, I would!" Geum-ja said with glee. She started squeezing Hyun-ju's knee repetitively now, resulting in more clear chuckles from Hyun-ju.

"AH-ahaha, hohohold ohohon!" she gripped the offending hand while continuing to lean against the pole, trying to gain an upper hand in the situation, but ultimately failed because she didn't want to accidentally hurt Geum-ja in the process. Thus, resulting with her taking it.

"Yohou seem to be hoholding on just fihine!" Geum-ja couldn't help but giggle with her. Hyun-ju's laughter was just that contagious! And someone seems to be giggling to themselves as well. (Geong-seok, just SIT with them at this point)

The genuine bond seemed to lift up Hyun-ju's spirits a little bit. With all this laughing and releasing her stress and anxieties, she almost felt like she was right at home.

She wanted to move spots, deciding that maybe her sides would be less ticklish? how wrong she was once she darted straight for them.

Hyun-ju felt the ticklish sensation electrify her entire body as she jolted back, a higher squeal coming out of her mouth, causing the woman to blush even deeper as if her face wasn't flushed enough.

"AAH- AhahaAHAaha, O-OhohommahahaAHAaha- uh- Wahahait.." Realising quickly of what she just blurted out, she tried to stop Geum-ja's hands from tickling her further, but she was one step ahead of player-120.

Geum-ja looked at her in shock, retreating her hands after she had hesitated to pull them away in the first place. As she saw the horror on Hyun-ju's face, Geum-ja was quick to bring a reassuring smile, as well as reassuring words.

"Ohoh, dear! No need to make that worried face, it's alright!" She tried to reason, noticing the shock and worry never leaving Hyun-ju's face.

She began to spew out panicked apologies. "I-I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to call you that,, it just came naturally.." she began to fidget with her hands as she always does when things got overwhelming.

Geum-ja, returning her soft touch back to her knee, never once left the smile that shown proudly on her face. "You can call me mom if you see me as one, you know?" She said, stroking her thumb on her knee now, making sure it didn't enlighten anymore panicked giggles this time.

Hyun-ju looked at her with a confused face this time. "I.. I don't understand.." Hyun-ju said empathetically.

Geum-ja looked at her with the softest of eyes a mother could give. " Well.. There's people in our lives who we look up to as if they were family.. They may act like how an authority figure would act, it's just how our minds see it!" she explained. She never once looked away from Hyun-ju.

"Yeah.. But it's only been a few days since we've known each other, and since.. Well.. The type of place we're in? It's confusing as hell to look up to others in this place.." Hyun-ju spoke with reason, as if she would then talk down on the poor woman who was just trying to sort out her thoughts of the situation.

"Wehell.. Like I said, I'm a mother. No matter how short, or how long you've known me, I'll always think of you as my own.. Cause in this place?" she looked around then, pausing her sentence, "there's gotta be at least someone you should look up to in dire situations like this one, dear." she finished with a smile, like always.

Hyun-ju didn't know what else to say at that point. She was holding back tears by the realization that she was finally recognized as someone who isn't just trans, but as someone's own child. No hesitation. No doubts. She felt accepted. She felt like herself.

All that thought, the woman finally let the tears flow gracefully down her cheeks, letting drops fly from the side of her jawline. When Geum-ja noticed this, she didn't hesitate to pull the woman into her arms, embrasing in what felt like to Hyun-ju, a motherly hug. She allowed herself to fully cry by now. Letting it out, but still holding back on wanting to scream her feelings out.

Geum-ja soothed her by rubbing her hand on her back, like a mother would. Swaying them back and forth a little, like a mother would. Giving hyun-ju the love and care, like a mother would. She gave it all.

"T-thank you.. For this." Hyun-ju finally said after a bit of silence, never once breaking the hug.

"Like I said dear, I'm a mother." Geum-ju said, still having the sweetest smile. She looked over to Yong-sik who finally watched the scene unfold, and she grew her smile at him, letting him know that he has her as well. This caused Yong-sik to smile with her. The cure of a mother's love is so much stronger than the endurance of trying to out live this place.

"She'd be proud, dear." Geum-ja said, softly. Continueing to sway back and forth with Hyun-ju.

#squid game tickle #squid game tickles #Lee! Hyun ju #Ler! Geum ja #Tickle fic

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in-hos-wife · 2 days ago

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Request: Perhaps a little something of Sang-woo finding the reader after the players vote to end the games, before everyone returns? And he almost chickens out and doesn't approach them, but then they see him and run up to him? lowkey need him to have a soft moment, knowing what comes in those games *sobs*

Together in hell

Cho Sang-woo x reader

Summery: After the players vote to leave, reader sits on a park bench to calm their head. Sang-woo see’s them and is conflicted on what to do should he leave should he talk to them. While he’s sitting there thinking of what to do he hears his name and see’s you running over to him

Word count: 685

Tw: ooc maybe. I don’t know if I wrote his character right at all, mention of illness and death, idk if I missed something let me know

You're sitting on a bench thinking about everything, the game you just played and the people who died. The only reason your shaking body made it out alive. Is because you saw a guy hiding behind another man talking to a guy about staying behind people so the doll thing won’t see you moving, so you got behind him you hoped he wouldn’t notice thinking he’d move leaving you dead but when he saw you he didn’t he stayed in front of you till you both got to the finish line you thanked him when you guys got to the room that you woke up in and you both had a small conversation that’s how you learned his name Cho sang-woo and you told him yours, when it was time to vote you voted to leave and sang-woo voted to stay which upset you but you don’t know him all you know is he saved you and he’s been kind to you, he’s also very handsome and tall but you didn’t think of that much. Right now as you sit there you don’t realize sang-woo was nearby. Sang-woo was walking when he saw you and he froze, you looking at you hand clearly thinking about something. He remembers how you smiled at him when you both passed the line in red light green light and how softly you spoke when you thanked him but what he doesn’t understand is why you were there in that he’ll hole in the first place, he know you know why he was there it was broadcasted on that screen but he didn’t know how someone like you could end up in that place, maybe he could go ask you and talk to you but what if you didn’t want to talk to him or what if he scares you. His thoughts are a mess, as he stood there you look up and finally see him standing there frozen.

Before he could think anymore he hears your voice “Sang-woo! Sang-woo!” He looks over as you run over to him smiling “I didn’t think I’d see you again. Do you live close??” He softly smiles and nods “what about you?” You look up at him “kinda I just like the park” you walk back to the bench and tap the seat next to you and he sits down “well may I ask you a question mister?” He looks at you and nods “why did you want to stay?” He looked at you a pauses for a moment “I need the money to pay my debt I made some bad choices and to loans on my moms work and her house and I want to pay the debt that I put her place in” he looks down at the ground in shame and you put your hand on his shoulder “I bet you’ll get the money even if it means going back…” that makes him smile “what about you why where you in that hell hole in the first place” you look at him then look at the ground fidgeting with your fingers “my mother was ill and she ended up passing her medical bills are a lot of money and I haven’t had the money to pay them” he look at you and thinks for a moment, then he hugs you and you hug him back you both stay there for a moment just hugging he thinks of how small you are in his arms and he kept holding you till you let go “thank you I…I didn’t know I needed that” you stand up and write your number and a notepad you keep on you. “Here, so we can keep in touch sang-woo” you smile at him and hand him the paper, he looks down at your hand and takes your number “thank you” he smile and you both goes your separate ways, when he woke up back in the games he looked around he’s sees Gi-hun, ail and you and his faced drop. He decided he’s gonna try his best to keep you safe as much as he can.

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#cho sangwoo #cho sang woo #squid game x reader #squid games #Cho sang-woo #sang woo #sangwoo squid game #sang woo x reader #cho sang woo x reader #sang-woo

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elderscrollsconceptart · 23 hours ago

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An update from Wes Johnson on his medical GoFundMe 👇

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And now... a word from my friend Wes:

Home. It’s only been weeks but it feels like years. By all accounts, I shouldn’t be here to write this, but I responded in a miracle-like fashion to heroic efforts by the Emory University Hospital’s Intensive Care Unit. Doctors and nurses told me they were surprised that I was coming back completely undamaged, but then, none of us knew just how many people were in my corner. This was my George Bailey moment. I got a chance to see how many people cared in this crazy world. Doctors told my wife that she needed to immediately get to Georgia and prepare for the end of my life. When I came out of the medically induced coma days later, I discovered that the Alzheimer’s Association did what they normally do - create hope and give support in the most difficult of times. AA stayed with me 24/7 until they had my family flown in to be with me, putting them up in rooms. Unbelievable kindness. My friends Bill Glasser and Shari Elliker helped Kim put together a GoFundMe page to help with medical expenses (or worse if it came to that). Bill moved heaven and earth to make things happen and I can never repay my dearest friend for everything he’s done. My friends Bethesda Game Studios shared the link and said heartbreakingly wonderful things, and the Washington Capitals came through big, with Ted Leonsis making a huge donation that completely blew me away. He didn’t have to do that. No one had to do any of these things. My dear friend Kenny Vigue did a “Wes Johnson Day” event on FalloutForHope’s twitch page where so many of my friends, colleagues and peers showed up to talk about me. The kind of things that people said there and on social media, in print, tv and across my phone texts were what you expected only to be said after you could no longer hear them. So much love was sent my way, and by the time I woke up, it was as overwhelming as the tears of joy it induced. There are no words that can describe the love I received and the love I feel for everyone at this moment. My body is relearning to move, and my voice is coming back strong. I’m so lucky that I now have TIME to heal, to reflect, and to refocus my life on joy. Because in the alternative, there was NOTHING. What happens now is a gift, and I am so grateful for it, and for every single person who reached out during this crisis. It’s shown me what is important. My wife Kim, and sons Ben, Sam & Max, who are my world. My brothers Rick, Scott & Chris, my sister Michelle and her husband Sebastian who traveled 10 hours to be with me as I slept. My cousin Dan and dear friend Roger who dropped everything to race to Atlanta and be by my side. The thousands of people who wrote, messaged, donated, and told me I had touched their lives in some way. Each and every one has touched my life, and nothing can ever be the same. Every moment is special. It is extra. It is a gift. And as my body heals and I move forward, I hope to use this gift to help share the joy that everyone has given to me. But today… I rest. Thank you. Much love to you all.

#wes Johnson #the elder scrolls #tes #GoFundMe

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 17 hours ago

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Hi hi! Do you still Write for tmnt? If not, just ignore this ask. And if yes, could I mayhaps get some Bayverse!leo x reader hcs on how he would help his partner out when they’re on their period?

YES I SURE AM, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!

this’ll be a fun little fic to kick off the comeback, I hope you like it! <33

Bayverse! Leonardo Period HC's

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Leo knows aunt flow is here before you do

unfortunately, he could tell something was off with you before he even really understood what they were to begin with

the first or second time you had gotten it while you were hanging out with the boys at the lair, Leo had no idea that’s what it was

and YOU had no idea that he knew, because well,

pheromones give you away (and the obvious, slow growing mood swings)

sweet boy is already prepped

which is why he expects your polite decline to come down to the lair for board game night

instead, you ask if he can come swing by your apartment for a little while

he figures the cramps have kicked in already

Leo knows all apparently 🙄

(unfortunately, he really does)

you’re curled up on your small sofa and holding your stomach for dear life when he gets there

you want to cry when you see he’s got a hot drink and some takeout in hand

has your order memorized :(

he gets you all set up on the coffee table, and then lifts you easily, to lay you on his plastron while he sprawls out on the couch

doesn’t say much

just runs his fingers through your hair while you snuggle into him

also, my boy does not PLAY about taking your medicine

Midol, Tylenol, ibuprofen

TAKE YOUR DAMN MEDICINE

will literally sit and stay with you until he sees you swallow it

also wants you to get as much rest as you can

even if you’ve slept half the day on a weekend and get up to piss

“you need to lay down!”

“i also need to empty my bladder, Lee”

loves making you tea

mother hen has all the natural remedies !!

he’s got all his fancy tea shit at the lair

but if you can’t leave your place, he’ll raid your cabinets and suddenly become a barista??

hello???

leo shares his heating blanket you got him for his birthday, and holds you till the cramps subside

ugh so sooo gentle

even though you can still get through every-day tasks, Leo insists on helping you do EVERYTHING when he’s around

i like to think it has to do with an instinct of protecting an injured animal

he’s scrambling around you and trying to help as much as he can

even though you’re standing like “🧍‍♀️” in the kitchen, perfectly fine, while you wait for your microwave ramen to get done

it’s the thought that counts, okay? 😭

won’t let his brothers rough house with you

even though you’re completely capable

he's scolding Mikey for lifting you in the air

“Sis, it is NOT that serious”

lots of forehead kisses from this boy

*kicking my feet*

also, if Leo can’t check in on you on patrol, he’s spam texting April to

she just texts you

[you doing okay?]

[im good lmao]

[okay good lol]

we love the effort

overall, Leo’s just a worried mess

but he’s got you !!! <33

just a big ol’ sweetie

[Thank you SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUESTTTT!!!! I hope it meets your expectations, I'm trying to ease my way back into writing again, and this was a great start 💕🩷💓 leave your likes and reblogs if you enjoyed and want more!! My request inbox is always open!!!!! Love yas!]

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#xreader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse leonardo #headcanons #period #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt

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mimipolo · 2 days ago

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Kim seo-wan x reader

THANKS FOR THE RESPONSES I was gonna do it anyway cause well I can

Anyways enjoy‼️

Its been a while since you've seen Kim seo-wan. Help, it's been a while since anyone's seen him. You had carefully held your tongue for a week, keeping a careful eye out for him whenever you left your apartment, the study hall, the food stalls, the gaming rooms. But after a week of careful observation and no sign of him you were growing confused and increasingly worried.

And so you find yourself knocking cautiously at the door of the Kim household. You're not surprised to be welcomed in my his mother, a small, gentle woman with gorgeous eyes, he definitely got it from her. The only thing out of place was the melancholic smile she gave when she realised it was you.

"Good evening Mrs Kim it's been a while hasn't it? I haven't seen Seo-wan around recently did he move out?" she chuckled with a slight bitterness that immediately had you on edge.

"It has been a little while hasn't it?..." her features soften at your tense expression, it just hurt to see the kind lady look so stressed.

"Why don't you come in for a bit?" she's opening the door wider for you to enter and guiding you to the living room and preparing tea.

You already knew something was off, it was unlike Mrs Kim to invite you in when Seo-wan wasn't around and that's saying a lot as you weren't particularly close to begin with, but apparently you've taken a mark in his mother's good books.

"Seo-wan's a hard working boy... always studying." you nod enthusiastically you could begin to imagine otherwise. "Of course, almost too much." she chuckles again, the same bitter one she had at the door as she nods her head.

"You're right dear, too much..."

Everything seemed to tilt on its axis when she explained the situation, it was like hearing about a completely different person. Schizophrenia? You just couldn't begin to imagine, not him. But that was the problem you never would have that it'd strike him of all people. And the worst of it was the all consuming guilt for not picking up on any signs, and I'm sure as his mother she was feeling that responsibly a million times worse.

"The hospital he was transferred to...it's a good place right Miss?" a hopefulness relaxes her features as she nods and you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

"I wouldn't be allowed to visit right?"

"Unfortunately, I had asked knowing you'd eventually come to ask but it was a firm no from doctors."

You nodded understandingly, mostly aware of how visiting rights in hospitals, especially mental hospitals work. Turns out all that studying actually did something for you. You can't help the way your face warms slightly when she recognised you'd eventually come around to ask about the guy. Were you that predictable?

"If you don't mind...could you please keep this a secret for us. Just for now, you know how people would react... I don't want them to look down on him when he returns."

Your eyes involuntarily furrow on how she forces herself to believe in a "when" your hoping for it too, praying. There's a moment of solidarity between you two, being in on the truth of Seo-wan's where abouts.

"Of course."

For several months the three of you kept the secret of Seo-wans mental illness. At times Mrs Kim would come visit you with tea and mooncakes which you were eternally grateful for. You'd listen to her talk for hours about him and his childhood, though it hurt to hear her talk about him in this past tense like he'd never recover from his delusions. For some reason you had a ridiculously strong belief he'd soon return, he would.

You had ran out of eggs and you were desperately craving a French toast. Some may question the random craving at such a late time but you really needed your fix. Throwing on your coat and grabbing your phone you left your apartment and walked up to the elevator.

Broken? Seriously? What a drag.

Begrudgingly you turn to take the stairs, your floor was on one of the highest stories in the complex so the elevator is always the ideal. A few flights the stairs your gaze flickers up upon hearing someone slowly ascend the stairs. You're already moving to one side of the stairway out of politeness when you recognise the familiar head of hair and round glasses. The person in question lifts their head stiffly as your steps slow to a halt in front of them. Their eyes are widening as they lock eyes with you, eyes you hadn't seen in months.

"Seo-wan?"

Part 2 should come out reasonably soon don't quote me 💔

Tag list: @kimseo-wan @keimitchy

#kim seowan x reader #kimseowan #multifandom account #a daily dose of sunshine #kim seo-wan #please write for him guys I refuse to believe there's nothing for him

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amethystarachnid · 2 days ago

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Hey! It’s me again! I have another platonic but Fem! Teen/young adult reader request (17-19)

So I don’t really have a preference of who it’s focused on, mostly like avenger tower family vibes so choose whatever marvel ppl you want! I’m giving full liberty with just the basic plot line.

So the reader is in their first ever relationship, but as it goes on the true colors of her bf start to show and it’s super toxic and emotionally abusive. She needs the help and support of her avenger family to get through this and make the move she knows she has too, break up with him.

and that’s it! Angsty with a fluff ending, fill it with whatever you always do such an amazing job! Cant wait to read it (if you do it) 🫶

FAMILY

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS & ANTHONY "TONY" E. STARK & NATASHA A. ROMANOFF

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark & fem!reader & Steve G. Rogers & Natasha Romanoff (all platonic!!)

ᯓ★ Genre: platonic!, a lot of angst and some fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 8k

ᯓ★ Summary: you surely couldn't expect your first ever relationship to be so toxic, you find yourself slowly moving away from your family, but as you reach a breaking point you realize it isn't healthy, luckily Steve, Tony and Natasha are there to watch your back.

ᯓ★ TW(s): toxic relationship, y/n's boyfriend tries to convince her to have sex but nothing happens (it isn't described, it's just talked about), Steve Tony and Nat beat the shit out of the boyfriend

ᯓ★ I made reader Tony's daughter because I couldn't find any other reason for her to know the avengers...hope you like it! <3

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

You stand at the balcony of the Avengers Tower, the skyline of New York sprawling out before you, a chaotic mess of lights and sounds. It’s a chilly evening, and the breeze carries just enough bite to make you tug your sweater closer around yourself. Your dad insists you could just stay inside—“Kid, the view’s better with central heating,” he says—but there’s something grounding about standing out here.

The wind brushes your cheeks, a reminder of how real everything is, how alive this city feels. And tonight, the nervous flurry in your stomach makes everything sharper. You lean against the railing and breathe in the cold air, replaying the events of earlier today.

Your first date. The words feel foreign, even in your head. Like a secret that might explode if you say it too loudly. You’re seventeen—old enough to make your own decisions, but not old enough to escape the reality that you’re still Tony Stark’s daughter. Dating is bound to be a…sensitive subject.

The sound of the sliding glass door catches your attention, and you glance over your shoulder. Steve steps out, his expression soft as he approaches. His brown leather jacket is zipped up against the wind, and he carries a thermos in one hand. You don’t need to see the inside to know it’s probably tea—Steve drinks it like he was born in a Victorian novel.

“Thought you could use something warm,” he says, offering the thermos. His voice is calm, steady, like always, and it helps the nerves in your chest settle just a bit.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, taking the thermos. You twist the lid off, letting the steam waft up to your face. It smells like chamomile and honey. “How’d you know I was out here?”

Steve gives you a look that’s almost teasing, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got your dad’s habit of brooding. It’s either the balcony or the workshop.”

You chuckle softly. “Fair.”

He leans against the railing beside you, hands in his jacket pockets. For a moment, neither of you speaks. It’s the kind of silence you’ve grown to love with Steve—the kind that doesn’t demand to be filled. He lets you take your time, his presence a quiet reassurance that he’s here if you need him.

Eventually, you break the silence. “So…you know how I went out today?”

Steve nods, glancing at you. “Yeah. You looked nice when you left. Natasha said the same thing.”

That brings a smile to your face. Natasha has an unspoken rule of only giving compliments when she means them, so it’s always a little extra special coming from her. “Thanks.”

Steve tilts his head, studying you. “You seemed excited. Everything go okay?”

You hesitate, gripping the thermos a little tighter. It’s not that you don’t trust Steve—he’s one of the people you trust most in the world—but saying it out loud feels…big. “I, uh…well, it was a date. My first date.”

Steve blinks, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across his face before he schools it into something softer. “A date?”

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause, and you brace yourself for…you don’t even know what. Judgment? A lecture? Instead, Steve’s expression softens even more, and he nods slowly. “That’s a big deal,” he says quietly. “How’d it go?”

You exhale, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. “It was good. Really good, actually. I mean, we just went for coffee, but…it felt nice. Like…easy, you know?”

Steve smiles, and it’s warm and genuine. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve someone who makes things easy.”

The relief you feel is almost overwhelming. Steve’s reaction is so…Steve. Gentle and supportive, without a trace of condescension or overprotectiveness.

“Does your dad know yet?” he asks, though his tone is more curious than concerned.

You laugh nervously. “Not exactly. I was kind of hoping to ease into that conversation.”

Steve chuckles softly. “Fair enough. Let me know if you need backup.”

“Thanks,” you say, and you mean it.

The sliding door opens again, and this time it’s Natasha who steps out. She’s wrapped in a sleek black coat, her red hair glowing faintly under the tower’s lights. Her sharp green eyes land on you and Steve, and she raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on out here? Secret balcony club?”

“Just keeping the kid company,” Steve says, his tone light.

Natasha approaches, her boots clicking softly against the floor. She leans on the railing beside you, her gaze flicking between you and Steve. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” she says, her voice gentle but probing.

You bite your lip, glancing at Steve for a moment before turning back to Natasha. “I, uh…I went on a date today.”

Her eyebrows lift slightly, and for a moment, you can’t read her expression. Then she smiles—small, but genuine. “First date?”

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat again. “Yeah.”

Natasha hums thoughtfully, crossing her arms. “So? Was it everything you hoped for?”

The way she asks it—casual, like she’s just asking about your favorite movie—makes you relax a little. “It was nice. Really nice, actually.”

Natasha smiles again, a little wider this time. “Good. I’m happy for you.”

The warmth in her voice takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but smile back. Natasha’s never been the overly sentimental type, but when she cares, it shows in the quietest, most genuine ways.

“Does your dad know?” she asks, echoing Steve’s earlier question.

“Not yet,” you admit. “I’m…working up to that.”

Natasha smirks, her green eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, that’s going to be fun.”

“Nat,” Steve says warningly, though there’s a hint of a smile on his face.

“What?” Natasha says innocently. “I’m just saying. Tony’s not exactly known for his…calm reactions.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “You’re not helping.”

Natasha laughs softly, and even Steve chuckles. Despite the teasing, their support makes you feel a little braver. You know they’ll have your back, no matter how your dad reacts.

And speaking of your dad…

The sliding door opens one more time, and Tony steps out, wearing one of his signature Black Sabbath T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He’s holding a tablet in one hand, his expression distracted as he glances at the screen.

“Okay, why is everyone hanging out on the balcony? Did I miss a memo?” he asks, looking up.

Your heart leaps into your throat. Steve and Natasha both glance at you, silently asking if you want them to step in. You shake your head subtly. You can handle this. You think.

“Hey, Dad,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual. “Can we…talk for a sec?”

Tony’s eyes narrow slightly, his attention now fully on you. He tucks the tablet under his arm and takes a step closer. “You okay, kid? You’re not in trouble, are you?”

“No, no trouble,” you say quickly. “I just…wanted to tell you something.”

Tony raises an eyebrow, his expression wary. “Okay…”

You take a deep breath, gripping the thermos tightly. “I went on a date today.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you watch as Tony’s expression shifts. First, there’s surprise. Then something that looks suspiciously like panic. Finally, he settles on an exaggerated look of calm that you don’t buy for a second.

“A date,” he says slowly. “Like…a real date? With another human being?”

You nod, biting back a smile. “Yes, Dad. With another human being.”

Tony blinks, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he processes this. “Okay. Uh. Wow. That’s…wow.”

“Smooth,” Natasha mutters under her breath, earning a sharp look from Tony.

“Hey, this is new territory for me, okay?” he says, throwing his hands up. Then he looks back at you, his expression softening. “So…was it, uh, a good date?”

You nod, your smile growing. “Yeah. It was really good.”

Tony’s shoulders relax just a little, and he exhales deeply. “Well…okay then. I mean, I’m not thrilled about the idea of anyone dating my kid, but…if it makes you happy, I guess I can live with it.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you say, your chest warming at his reluctant acceptance.

Tony points a finger at you, his expression suddenly serious. “But if they hurt you—”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes. “They’ll have to answer to Iron Man.”

“Damn right,” Tony mutters, crossing his arms.

Steve chuckles softly, and even Natasha smirks. The moment feels lighter now, the tension dissolving into something warmer. You’re grateful for all of them—for the way they care about you, even if they show it in different ways.

It starts off innocently enough—your dad, Steve, and Natasha notice you slipping out of the tower more frequently, a spring in your step that wasn’t there before. At first, it’s just occasional comments from Tony about how you’re never around for movie nights anymore. “What, did I miss the part where you developed an actual social life?” he teases one evening as you grab your jacket.

You laugh, tossing him a mock glare. “I can’t stay cooped up in here all the time, Dad.”

Steve, who’s nursing a mug of tea on the couch, raises an eyebrow. “Going out again?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” as you wrap a scarf around your neck. “Just meeting Neil for coffee.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitches in a small, approving smile. Natasha, who’s sprawled out on the other end of the couch, smirks as she flips through a magazine. “Careful, Rogers. If you keep smiling like that, you might give her the impression you approve.”

Steve chuckles softly. “Nothing wrong with coffee,” he says, shooting you a glance. “Just don’t forget you’ve got a curfew.”

“Got it, Captain,” you say with a mock salute, before waving goodbye to all three of them.

The dates with Neil are simple but sweet. He’s the kind of guy who knows how to make you laugh with ease, and there’s an earnestness about him that feels refreshing. He takes you to hole-in-the-wall coffee shops and quiet parks, and once, on a particularly crisp Saturday afternoon, he surprises you with tickets to a small indie concert. You spend the evening swaying to the music, his hand warm in yours, and it feels like something out of a movie.

At first, everything about him feels easy. He listens when you talk about your hobbies, laughs at your corny jokes, and doesn’t seem fazed at all by the fact that your dad is Iron Man. “Honestly,” he says on your third date, over a shared plate of fries, “I think it’s cool. But, like…you’re way cooler than him.”

The compliment makes your cheeks flush, and you try to wave it off. “You haven’t seen him in action.”

Neil just grins. “I don’t need to. I’ve seen you.”

The day you officially start dating, you decide it’s time to tell your family. You’ve been tiptoeing around the subject for weeks now, but after Neil asks you to be his girlfriend (under a canopy of string lights at a rooftop café, no less), you know you can’t put it off any longer.

That evening, after dinner, you gather your dad, Steve, and Natasha in the living room. Tony is halfway through a snarky comment about how dramatic this all feels when you blurt out, “Neil and I are officially dating.”

The room goes quiet for a moment as the words sink in. Then:

“Oh, boy,” Tony says, sinking back into the couch like he’s just been hit by a freight train.

Steve smiles gently. “Congratulations,” he says, his tone warm and sincere. “That’s a big step.”

Natasha leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Took him long enough to ask, huh?”

You laugh, relieved by their reactions. Tony, however, isn’t quite done processing. “Officially dating,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. “Like…holding hands and calling each other ‘babe’ and all that?”

“Dad,” you groan, but Natasha snickers.

Tony looks at you, his expression softening despite his obvious discomfort. “As long as he treats you right, kid. That’s all I care about.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you say, your chest warming.

The first few weeks of the relationship are, for the most part, smooth sailing. Neil is attentive, sweet, and always quick to text you good morning or tell you how much he misses you when you’re apart. You’re still figuring out how to navigate the dynamics of dating, but it’s new and exciting, and you’re grateful to have someone who seems so genuinely into you.

Your family adjusts to the new normal, though Tony is predictably overbearing at times. He insists on knowing where you’re going and when you’ll be back, and he may or may not have threatened to run a background check on Neil. (“It’s just a precaution,” he says when you confront him about it. “You can never be too careful.”)

Steve and Natasha are more laid-back, though you catch Steve watching you with a subtle but protective glint in his eye whenever you mention Neil. Natasha, on the other hand, seems to find the whole thing endlessly amusing. “You’re growing up so fast,” she teases one day, ruffling your hair like you’re ten years old.

But then, slowly—so slowly you almost don’t notice—it starts to change.

It’s subtle at first. Neil’s texts become more frequent, and he starts asking more questions about your plans. “Who are you with?” he’ll ask when you mention hanging out with your dad or the others. “How long will you be gone?”

At first, you chalk it up to him being curious. After all, he’s never been shy about asking questions about your life. But then, one evening, you’re at dinner with your dad, Steve, and Natasha when your phone buzzes with a text from Neil. You glance at the screen, intending to answer later, but the next text comes almost immediately.

Neil: Why aren’t you answering? Neil: Are you mad at me? Neil: Hello???

“Everything okay?” Natasha asks, noticing the frown on your face.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, putting your phone down. “Just Neil.”

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. You’re grateful for that.

When you finally call Neil later that night, he sounds almost frantic. “I thought you were ignoring me,” he says, his tone clipped.

“I was at dinner with my family,” you explain, trying to keep your voice calm. “I wasn’t ignoring you.”

There’s a pause before he sighs. “Okay. Sorry. I just…I guess I got in my head.”

You brush it off as a one-time thing. Everyone has off days, right?

But it doesn’t stop there. Neil starts showing up unannounced, calling you at odd hours, and getting annoyed when you don’t respond to his texts right away. Once, when you mention going to a movie with Natasha, he frowns and says, “Do you really have to hang out with her all the time?”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking, but his expression doesn’t change.

“She’s like my older sister,” you say, confused. “Of course I’m going to hang out with her.”

Neil doesn’t argue, but his mood stays sour for the rest of the evening.

The subtle possessiveness becomes harder to ignore, but you don’t tell anyone. Part of you worries they’ll overreact, especially your dad, and you don’t want to blow things out of proportion. Besides, Neil’s still sweet most of the time, and when you’re with him, it’s easy to convince yourself that the bad moments aren’t that bad.

Neil’s anger starts small, creeping into your relationship in ways you don’t immediately recognize. At first, it’s just a comment here and there, usually disguised as a joke.

“You’re always hanging out with Steve,” he says one afternoon over the phone. “You’re closer to him than me sometimes. Should I be jealous?”

You laugh nervously, brushing it off. “Neil, come on. Steve’s like another dad to me. You know that.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says quickly, but there’s a sharp edge to his tone that makes your stomach twist. “It’s just weird, don’t you think? How much time you spend with him?”

The words linger in your mind long after the conversation ends. You tell yourself he’s just being insecure—maybe he doesn’t fully understand the dynamic you have with Steve. You don’t bring it up again, and for a while, things seem to go back to normal.

But the comments don’t stop. They build, slowly, like a storm gathering on the horizon.

One evening, after a particularly long day at school, you come home to find Steve in the kitchen, rolling out dough for one of his homemade pies. The scent of cinnamon and apples fills the air, and you instantly feel lighter.

“Rough day?” he asks, glancing up as you drop your bag by the counter.

“Kind of,” you admit, sliding onto a stool. “But it’s better now. What are you making?”

“Apple pie,” he says, smiling. “Want to help?”

You spend the next hour laughing and chatting as you help Steve prepare the pie. He tells you stories from his pre-serum days, and you tease him about his old-fashioned tastes. By the time the pie is in the oven, you feel lighter than you have all day.

Later that evening, when you’re curled up in your room with a slice of pie, Neil calls. You answer with a smile, happy to hear his voice, but the conversation takes a turn almost immediately.

“So, what’d you do after school?” he asks casually.

“Not much,” you say. “I hung out with Steve for a bit. We baked a pie together.”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. When Neil speaks again, his voice is tight. “You didn’t mention you were going to hang out with him.”

You blink, caught off guard. “I didn’t think I needed to? It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Yeah, but…” He exhales sharply, and you can almost hear the irritation in his breath. “Don’t you think it’s kind of weird? How much time you spend with him?”

You frown, gripping the phone tighter. “What’s weird about it? He’s like family, Neil.”

“I know, but he’s not really your family,” Neil snaps. “It’s just…I don’t get why you’d rather hang out with him than me.”

“That’s not what this is about,” you say, your voice rising defensively. “I see you at school and on the weekends. Steve’s been part of my life for years.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I want to be the one you turn to,” Neil says, his voice cold. “Not some guy who’s old enough to be your grandpa.”

The comment stings, and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. When Neil finally sighs and mutters an apology, you force yourself to let it go. But the conversation leaves a bad taste in your mouth, one you can’t quite shake.

The pattern repeats itself in the weeks that follow. Every time you mention Steve—whether it’s grabbing coffee with him after school or sparring with him in the gym—Neil’s mood shifts. His comments become sharper, his jealousy more pronounced.

“Does he really need to spend that much time with you?” Neil says one day, his tone accusatory. “I mean, you’re not a kid anymore.”

“It’s not like that,” you insist, your frustration growing. “Steve’s just…he’s always been there for me. I don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal.”

“Because it is a big deal!” Neil snaps. “I’m your boyfriend, Y/N. I should be the one you go to for everything.”

You fall silent, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Part of you wants to argue, to tell him he’s being unreasonable, but another part of you—one that’s growing louder—worries that maybe he’s right. Maybe you’re spending too much time with Steve. Maybe Neil has a reason to feel this way.

Gradually, you start to pull away from Steve. It’s not a conscious decision at first—it’s small things, like skipping your usual coffee runs or cutting your gym sessions short. But the distance grows, and you can see the confusion in Steve’s eyes every time you make an excuse to leave.

“Everything okay?” he asks one day, after you abruptly cancel your plans to watch a movie together.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you say, forcing a smile. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. He never does.

Neil, on the other hand, seems pleased with the shift. He doesn’t say it outright, but you can tell by the way his mood improves whenever you don’t mention Steve. The praise he gives you feels like a reward, a validation that you’re doing something right.

“You’ve been so much more present lately,” Neil says one afternoon as you sit together at the park. “It feels good, you know? Like we’re finally putting us first.”

You smile weakly, but his words leave a sour feeling in your chest. You don’t tell him how much you miss Steve, or how guilty you feel for pulling away from him. Instead, you push the feelings aside, convincing yourself that this is what a healthy relationship looks like—making sacrifices for each other.

But as the weeks turn into months, Neil’s behavior grows more erratic. His jealousy isn’t just limited to Steve anymore. He starts questioning every aspect of your life—who you’re with, what you’re doing, why you didn’t answer his call immediately.

“Why didn’t you text me back right away?” he demands one evening after school.

“I was in the middle of class,” you explain, your voice tight. “I couldn’t exactly pull out my phone.”

“Right,” Neil says bitterly. “Or maybe you just didn’t want to talk to me.”

The accusation stings, and for a moment, you feel a surge of anger. “That’s not fair, Neil,” you say, your voice trembling. “You know I care about you.”

“Then prove it,” he says, his voice low. “Stop making me feel like I’m second place.”

The relationship starts to weigh on you in ways you don’t fully understand. You’re tired all the time, your mind constantly racing with ways to keep Neil happy. You don’t laugh as much anymore, and the easy joy you used to feel around your family has been replaced with a gnawing sense of guilt.

One evening, as you sit on the balcony staring out at the city lights, Steve steps out to join you. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stands beside you, his presence a quiet comfort.

“You’ve been distant lately,” he says finally, his voice gentle. “Is everything okay?”

Your throat tightens, and you nod quickly. “Yeah. Just…busy, I guess.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything?”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest ache, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. You’re too afraid of what he’ll say—of what he’ll do if he finds out how Neil’s been treating you. So you force a smile and say, “I know. Thanks, Steve.”

But as he walks back inside, you can’t help but feel like you’re losing something important—something you might never get back.

Neil’s anger becomes a regular feature of your relationship, simmering beneath the surface and boiling over at the most unexpected times. The restrictions on where and when you can see each other seem to fuel his frustration, and Tony’s firm refusal to let Neil visit the tower or for you to go to his house is an endless source of tension.

“Why won’t he let me come over?” Neil demands one day as you sit together under a tree on the school lawn. His voice is sharp, his fingers digging into the grass. “What’s his problem?”

You sigh, knowing the conversation is heading somewhere dangerous. “It’s not about you, Neil. My dad just…he’s overprotective. He doesn’t think it’s the right time.”

Neil scoffs, his expression twisting with disbelief. “Not the right time? It’s been four months, Y/N. What does he think I’m gonna do? Rob the place?”

“No, it’s not like that,” you say quickly, feeling a familiar anxiety creep into your chest. “He’s like that with everyone. He even monitors my other friends sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, it’s different with me, isn’t it?” Neil snaps. “He doesn’t want me around. I can feel it.”

You try to reassure him, but his words plant a seed of doubt in your mind. Maybe Neil has a point. Maybe Tony is being unreasonable.

Later that evening, as you sit across from your dad at the dinner table, you gather your courage. Natasha and Steve aren’t there—they’re on a mission—so it’s just the two of you. The timing feels perfect.

“Dad,” you start hesitantly, fiddling with your fork. “Can we talk about something?”

Tony looks up from his plate, raising an eyebrow. “Sure. What’s up, kid?”

“It’s about Neil,” you say carefully. “I was thinking…maybe it’s time you let him come over. Just once. I mean, it’s been a few months, and he really wants to meet you properly.”

Tony sets his fork down, his expression unreadable. “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but—”

“No,” he says firmly, cutting you off. “I’m not budging on this. You’re seventeen. It’s too soon for him to be coming over here, and honestly, I don’t like the idea of you going to his house either.”

Your chest tightens with frustration. “Why not? You don’t even know him! He’s not some random guy off the street—he’s my boyfriend.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m being careful,” Tony says, his tone calm but resolute. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting!” you snap, your voice louder than you intended. “You’re being unfair. Other people my age don’t have these kinds of rules. Why do you have to make everything so hard?”

Tony blinks, clearly taken aback by your outburst. “Y/N, I’m not trying to make things hard for you. I’m trying to make sure you’re safe.”

“I don’t need you to control every aspect of my life,” you say, tears pricking at your eyes. “I just want to feel normal for once.”

Tony exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, kid, but my answer’s still no. This isn’t up for debate.”

The fight ends with you storming off to your room, slamming the door behind you. You bury your face in your pillow, your chest heaving with anger and frustration.

When you tell Neil about the argument the next day, he’s less sympathetic than you expect.

“See?” he says bitterly. “I told you he doesn’t want me around. He’s doing everything he can to keep us apart.”

“That’s not true,” you say, though your voice lacks conviction. “He’s just…he’s overprotective. It’s who he is.”

Neil shakes his head, his jaw tight. “No, Y/N. This isn’t normal. He’s controlling you, and you’re letting him.”

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. Neil’s expression softens slightly, and he reaches for your hand.

“Look,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I just want us to be able to spend time together without all these rules. Is that so much to ask?”

“No,” you whisper, guilt twisting in your stomach. “It’s not.”

A few days later, Neil brings up an idea that makes your heart race.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says as the two of you sit in the back corner of the school library. “What if we just…do it anyway?”

“Do what?” you ask, confused.

“What your dad doesn’t want,” Neil says, leaning closer. “You tell him we’re going to the park or something, but instead, you come to my house. Just for a little while. He’ll never know.”

Your stomach churns at the suggestion. “I don’t know, Neil. Lying to my dad…”

“Come on, Y/N,” Neil says, his tone insistent. “We’re not kids. We shouldn’t have to sneak around just to see each other. Besides, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong. It’s just one afternoon.”

You hesitate, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Neil’s frustration is palpable, and you can feel your resolve weakening.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just this once.”

The day of the lie arrives, and you tell Tony you’re going to the park for a date. He doesn’t question it—by now, you’ve been dating Neil for four months, and these outings have become routine. You feel a pang of guilt as you walk out the door, but you shove it down, convincing yourself it’s no big deal.

Neil picks you up a few blocks away, a triumphant grin on his face. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

You force a smile, but the guilt gnaws at you as he drives to his house. It’s small and a little run-down, but Neil doesn’t seem to notice—or care. He leads you inside, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“Welcome to my kingdom,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing to the cramped living room.

You laugh weakly, your nerves making it hard to fully relax. As the afternoon goes on, Neil seems in his element, showing you around and talking about his favorite memories from growing up in the house. But something about the situation feels off—like you’re walking a tightrope, one wrong move away from disaster.

When you return to the tower later that evening, Tony is waiting for you in the living room. The sight of him makes your stomach drop, and you can tell immediately that something is wrong.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “How was the park?”

“It was fine,” you say quickly, your voice higher than usual. “We just walked around for a bit.”

Tony’s gaze narrows, and you know he doesn’t believe you. “Funny. Because FRIDAY said your tracker was nowhere near the park.”

Your heart stops. You’d completely forgotten about the tracker Tony insisted on installing in your phone for safety reasons.

“Care to explain?” he asks, his voice calm but dangerous.

You stumble over your words, trying to come up with an excuse, but it’s no use. Tony’s expression hardens as he pieces everything together.

“You lied to me,” he says, his voice quieter now. “You went to his house, didn’t you?”

Tears fill your eyes as you nod, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, Dad. I just…I didn’t know what else to do. Neil said—”

“Neil said?” Tony interrupts, his voice rising. “You let some teenage boy manipulate you into going behind my back? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Y/N,” Tony says, cutting you off. “I told you no for a reason. Do you think I enjoy being the bad guy? I’m trying to protect you, and this is how you repay me?”

The guilt crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you can’t stop the tears from spilling over. “I’m sorry,” you whisper again, but the words feel hollow.

Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go to your room. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

You don’t argue. You don’t have the energy to. As you retreat to your room, the weight of everything—Neil’s anger, your dad’s disappointment, your own shame—presses down on you, leaving you feeling more alone than ever.

The door to your room feels like a barrier, heavy and suffocating as you lean against it, tears spilling down your cheeks. The fight with your dad replays in your head on an endless loop, his disappointment cutting deeper than any argument you’ve ever had with him before. You don’t know how to fix it—not when you’re still grappling with your own guilt and confusion. The memory of Neil’s behavior at his house earlier in the day keeps creeping in, too, making the ache in your chest even worse.

You curl up on your bed, clutching a pillow tightly as sobs wrack your body. You feel so alone—isolated from the people who love you, from the person you used to be. The past few months with Neil have drained you in ways you hadn’t even realized until now.

Meanwhile, Tony paces the living room, running a hand through his hair for the tenth time. His face is a storm cloud of emotions—anger, frustration, fear. He thought he was protecting you, but now it’s clear that something deeper is going on. Something he didn’t see.

When Natasha and Steve arrive back from their mission and walk through the door, Tony barely waits for them to set their bags down.

“Nat, Steve,” he calls, his voice sharp and urgent. “We’ve got a problem.”

Natasha exchanges a glance with Steve before they both step into the living room. “What’s going on?” she asks, her tone immediately serious.

Tony exhales sharply, running both hands through his hair now. “It’s Y/N. She lied to me today—said she was going to the park with Neil, but FRIDAY tracked her to his house. She’s never lied to me like that before.”

Steve frowns, his brow furrowing with concern. “She went to his house? Alone? Tony, that doesn’t sound like her.”

“I know,” Tony snaps, his frustration spilling over. “That’s what worries me. Something’s going on with this kid, and I don’t like it. I could tell she was upset, but she wouldn’t tell me why.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. “Where is she now?”

“In her room,” Tony says, his voice softer now. “Crying.”

Without another word, Natasha heads toward your room, her expression unreadable. Steve looks at Tony, his concern deepening. “You think this Neil kid’s bad news?”

“I don’t just think it,” Tony says grimly. “I know it.”

Natasha knocks lightly on your door before opening it, finding you curled up on your bed, your face buried in your pillow. The sight makes her heart ache. She’s always had a soft spot for you, and seeing you like this—broken and vulnerable—ignites a protective fire inside her.

“Hey, kid,” she says gently, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “Can I sit?”

You sniffle and nod, not looking up. Natasha sits on the edge of the bed, her presence warm and steady. She doesn’t say anything at first, just rests a comforting hand on your back.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” she asks softly. “Talk to me.”

At first, you can’t bring yourself to speak. But Natasha’s patience, her quiet understanding, makes the words come pouring out in a flood of emotion.

“It’s Neil,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “He…he gets so mad all the time. Especially about Steve. He doesn’t like how close I am to him, and he says it’s weird. And every time I try to explain, he just—he makes me feel like it’s my fault.”

Natasha’s hand stills for a moment, her jaw tightening. “What else, Y/N?” she asks, her voice calm but firm. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

You hesitate, but the weight of everything you’ve been carrying is too much. “I…I stopped spending time with Steve because Neil got angry every time I mentioned him. He said I was putting Steve before him. And I believed him, Nat. I thought I was doing something wrong.”

Natasha’s chest tightens, but she doesn’t interrupt. She lets you keep going.

“And today…” Your voice falters, tears streaming down your cheeks again. “When I went to Neil’s house, he…he tried to get me to sleep with him. He kept saying it’s what couples do, that it’s normal and that if I really loved him, I’d do it.”

Natasha’s hand tightens into a fist, but she keeps her voice steady for your sake. “What happened then?”

“I told him no,” you say, your voice breaking. “I was firm, but he got so mad, Nat. He wouldn’t yell, but he…he just looked at me like I was worthless. Like I was letting him down. And then he told me to leave.”

Natasha’s heart breaks for you, but anger burns hot in her chest. “Y/N,” she says gently, her voice laced with determination. “This isn’t your fault. None of it. Do you understand me?”

You nod weakly, but Natasha can see the doubt lingering in your eyes. She squeezes your hand, her expression softening. “We need to tell Steve and your dad. They need to know what’s been going on.”

Your stomach twists at the thought. “Nat, I can’t. They’ll be so mad…”

“They won’t be mad at you,” Natasha says firmly. “They’re going to be mad at Neil. And trust me, they’ll want to make sure this never happens again.”

After a long moment, you nod, though the thought still fills you with dread. Natasha wraps an arm around you, holding you close. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N,” she says softly. “We’ve got you.”

When Natasha brings you into the living room, Tony and Steve immediately stop talking, their eyes snapping to you. Steve’s expression is filled with concern, while Tony looks like he’s barely holding it together.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks, his voice tight.

Natasha gestures for you to sit, and you sink into the couch, your hands trembling. Natasha takes a seat beside you, her hand resting on your shoulder as a quiet reassurance.

“Y/N has something to tell you,” she says gently.

You hesitate, your throat tightening with fear. But Natasha gives you an encouraging nod, and you take a shaky breath before speaking.

“It’s about Neil,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been…he’s been acting really controlling. He gets mad at me for spending time with Steve, and he says things that make me feel like I’m doing something wrong. And today, when I went to his house, he…”

You falter, tears streaming down your cheeks. Natasha squeezes your shoulder, and you force yourself to continue.

“He tried to convince me to sleep with him,” you say, your voice trembling. “And when I said no, he got mad and told me to leave.”

The room goes silent, the weight of your words sinking in. Tony’s face turns white, then red with anger, his hands clenching into fists. Steve’s expression hardens, his jaw tightening as he processes what you’ve just said.

“That little…” Tony starts, but his voice trails off, his anger too intense for words. He stands abruptly, pacing the room like a caged animal. “He tried to pressure you? He made you feel like that?”

Steve doesn’t say anything at first, but the look in his eyes is terrifying—cold and resolute. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and steady, but it’s laced with fury. “Where is he?”

“Steve,” Natasha says warningly, though her own anger is evident.

“No,” Steve says sharply. “This kid thinks he can treat her like this? That he can manipulate her and push her around? He doesn’t get to walk away from this.”

Tony stops pacing, his expression dark. “I’m with Steve on this one. I want to have a talk with this kid.”

“Guys,” Natasha interjects, her voice firm. “We need to focus on Y/N right now. She’s been through enough without us going full-on vigilante.”

But even Natasha can’t hide the anger simmering beneath her calm exterior. She turns to you, her voice softening. “Y/N, we’re not going to let him hurt you again. Do you understand? You’re safe here.”

You nod, though the intensity of the moment makes your heart race. Seeing your family so fiercely protective of you is overwhelming, but it also fills you with a sense of relief you didn’t realize you needed.

“We’ll handle this,” Tony says, his voice steel. “He’s not coming near you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Steve nods, his expression unyielding. “If he even tries, he’ll regret it.”

For the first time in weeks, you feel a glimmer of hope. You’re not alone in this. You have a family—a real family—that will do whatever it takes to protect you. And in that moment, you know you’ll be okay.

You sit on the couch in the living room, staring at your hands as Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit across from you. The air feels heavy, but not suffocating—it’s filled with a strange mix of tension and support. They know what you’ve decided, but they’re here to make sure you’re prepared.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asks gently, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. His voice is steady, but his concern is evident.

You nod, though your stomach twists with nerves. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy, and…it’s not who I am.”

“Good,” Natasha says, her voice firm but kind. “You’re doing the right thing, Y/N. But remember what we talked about—keep it public. Somewhere safe.”

You glance at her and give a small, grateful smile. She’s been your rock through all of this, offering advice, comfort, and a plan. “I was thinking the park. It’s open, and there’s always people around.”

Tony shifts in his seat, his jaw tight. “I still don’t like the idea of you being anywhere near him. But…I get it. You need to do this.”

Your eyes meet his, and you can see the turmoil in his expression. He looks like he’s holding himself together for your sake, but you know this has been eating him alive. You nod, hoping to reassure him, even if only a little.

The next afternoon, you sit on a bench in the park, the crisp air biting at your cheeks. Neil arrives five minutes late, his usual smirk plastered on his face. The sight of it makes your stomach churn. You know what you have to do, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Hey,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You flinch ever so slightly, and his eyes narrow. “What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap. “Neil, we need to talk.”

His smirk fades, replaced by a frown. “Talk about what?”

You glance around, your heart pounding in your chest. The park is busy, as you hoped it would be—families walking their dogs, joggers passing by, kids playing on the swings. You focus on that, drawing strength from the bustling normalcy around you.

“This isn’t working,” you say finally, your voice trembling but resolute. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Neil stares at you, his expression darkening. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you can’t do this?”

“I mean us,” you say, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I don’t feel safe with you, Neil. The way you’ve been treating me—it’s not okay. And I can’t let it keep happening.”

He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re letting your dad and his little Avengers club put ideas in your head. They’ve always hated me.”

“This isn’t about them,” you snap, surprising even yourself with the strength in your voice. “This is about you and the way you’ve treated me. You’ve been controlling, manipulative, and—”

“Manipulative?” he interrupts, his voice rising. “You’re the one who lied to your dad to see me! And now you’re turning this on me?”

Your throat tightens, but you hold your ground. “I lied because you pressured me to. And that’s exactly why this is over. I can’t keep sacrificing myself to make you happy.”

Neil’s face hardens, and for a moment, you think he might yell. But instead, he scoffs, stepping back with a sneer. “Fine. If that’s how you want it, Y/N. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve made a mistake.”

He turns and walks away without another word, leaving you sitting on the bench, your heart pounding and your hands trembling. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. It’s done. You did it.

When you return to the tower, Natasha is the first to greet you. She doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into a hug, her arms warm and reassuring. You bury your face in her shoulder, finally letting the tears fall. They’re not tears of sadness, but of release—a weight lifting off your chest.

Steve joins you next, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “Proud of you, kid,” he says softly, and the warmth in his voice makes you smile through your tears.

Tony stands a few feet away, watching you with an unreadable expression. He doesn’t rush over like the others, but you can see the tension in his posture, the way he clenches and unclenches his fists. When the others step back, he clears his throat.

“Good job, kid,” he says, his voice gruff. But there’s something in his eyes—something deeper, more complicated—that makes your chest tighten.

The weeks that follow are a process of healing. Slowly but surely, you begin spending time with Steve again, though it takes effort to shake off the guilt and fear that Neil planted in you. Steve is patient, never pushing too hard, always letting you set the pace. His kindness reminds you of what real love and support look like, and you cling to that as you rebuild your sense of self.

Tony, however, takes the fallout the hardest. He’s quieter than usual, throwing himself into his work even more than normal. You notice the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking—like he’s searching for signs that you’re okay but too afraid to ask.

One evening, you find him in his workshop, hunched over a piece of tech. You knock lightly on the glass door, and he glances up, surprised.

“Hey,” you say, stepping inside. “Got a minute?”

“Always,” he says, setting down his tools and leaning back in his chair. “What’s up?”

You hesitate, unsure how to start. “I just…I wanted to check in on you. You’ve been…distant.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Distant? Me? No way. I’m a ray of sunshine.”

“Dad,” you say softly, cutting through his sarcasm. “I know you’re blaming yourself. And I just…I don’t want you to.”

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s hard not to, kid. You’re my daughter. My job is to protect you, and I feel like I failed.”

“You didn’t fail,” you say firmly, stepping closer. “You’ve always protected me. You’ve always been there for me. But you can’t control everything, Dad. And what happened with Neil—it wasn’t your fault.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with guilt and pain. “I should have seen it, Y/N. I should have known something was wrong.”

“I didn’t even know something was wrong,” you say gently. “Not at first. And when I did, I was too scared to say anything. That’s not on you. That’s on me.”

Tony shakes his head, his voice breaking. “You’re just a kid, Y/N. You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

You reach out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m okay now, Dad. Because of you. Because of Steve and Nat. You guys helped me find the strength to stand up for myself. And that means everything to me.”

Tony’s eyes shine with unshed tears as he pulls you into a tight hug. “I love you, kid,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

“I love you too, Dad,” you whisper, clinging to him like a lifeline. In his arms, you feel safe—truly safe—for the first time in months. And you know, no matter what happens, your family will always have your back.

Spin Off

The park is quiet in the early evening, with the faint sounds of laughter and rustling leaves carried on the wind. Neil sits on a bench, scrolling through his phone with an air of smug indifference. He hasn’t noticed the three figures approaching him, their presence cutting through the serenity of the setting like a blade.

Natasha is the first to reach him. She moves with purpose, her expression cold and unreadable, her steps almost silent. Steve follows closely, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. Tony lingers behind, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, but his face is a thunderstorm of barely contained rage.

Neil looks up just as Natasha reaches him, and his smirk falters when he meets her icy stare. “What the—”

Before he can finish his sentence, Natasha grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him to his feet with surprising strength. Her face is inches from his, her green eyes piercing. “We’re going to have a little chat,” she says coolly, her voice dripping with menace. “And by the end of it, you’re going to wish you never met Y/N.”

Neil’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but no words come out. He looks over Natasha’s shoulder, his eyes darting to Steve and Tony. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, his imposing frame casting a long shadow. Tony, meanwhile, takes a step forward, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

“Relax, junior,” Tony says, his tone mockingly casual. “We’re not here to hurt you. Much.”

Neil scoffs, regaining some of his bravado. “You can’t just—”

He doesn’t get to finish. Natasha shoves him back onto the bench, her movements quick and efficient. “Listen carefully, Neil,” she says, her voice sharp as a blade. “Y/N is family to us. And you? You crossed the line.”

Steve steps forward, his tone calm but firm. “You manipulated her. Controlled her. Hurt her. That ends now.”

“Or,” Tony adds, crouching down to Neil’s eye level, “we can make sure your life becomes very, very unpleasant. Your choice, Romeo.”

Neil’s smirk returns, though it’s more nervous than confident. “You can’t threaten me. I could call the cops, you know.”

Tony laughs, a dry, humorless sound. “Oh, please do. I’d love to explain to them how you pressured a seventeen-year-old girl into sneaking around behind her family’s back, tried to isolate her from the people who love her, and then threw a tantrum when she wouldn’t let you pressure her into something she didn’t want.”

Natasha leans in closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Here’s the thing, Neil. You don’t scare us. But we? We terrify you.”

Neil’s face pales, and he looks to Steve for some kind of reprieve, but the super-soldier’s expression is unyielding. “You don’t come near her again,” Steve says, his voice as solid as steel. “Not at school. Not at the park. Not anywhere.”

“And don’t even think about calling or texting her,” Tony chimes in, standing to his full height and looming over Neil. “Because if you do, I’ll know. And believe me, you don’t want me showing up at your house.”

Neil swallows hard, his bravado crumbling. “I-I get it,” he stammers. “I won’t bother her.”

“That’s not good enough,” Natasha says, her tone icy. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I won’t bother her,” Neil repeats, his voice shaking. “I swear.”

Tony steps closer, his face mere inches from Neil’s. “Good. Because if you so much as breathe in her direction again, I’ll make it my personal mission to ruin your life. And trust me, kid—I’m very good at what I do.”

Natasha lets go of Neil’s shirt, and he collapses back onto the bench, visibly shaken. She straightens her jacket, her gaze never leaving him. “Consider this your one and only warning.”

The three of them turn and walk away, leaving Neil frozen in place, his phone forgotten on the bench beside him. As they leave the park, Tony looks at Natasha and Steve, his expression still simmering with anger.

“I swear,” he mutters, “if he so much as thinks about Y/N again—”

“We’ll handle it,” Natasha says calmly, though her voice is laced with the same fury. “He knows better now.”

Steve nods, his jaw still tight. “She’s safe. That’s what matters.”

Tony exhales sharply, his hands still clenched into fists. “Damn right she is.” And with that, they leave Neil to stew in his fear, knowing full well he won’t dare cross their family again.

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